You must be thinking of what happened to me,
your daily beloved and majesty.
When the moon shines, do you miss my eyes?
The wasted opportunity, do you realize?
Do not stay awake at night daydreaming
of you and me walking, touching, and kissing.
When the sun returns, it’s going to hurt,
the regret ’cause you chose not to flirt.
This was originally published on February 5, 2019.


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