Silhouettes
I'm seeing shadows move across the room,
I'm seeing things that aren't there and things that will never be.
I'm watching our memories flash across the room like a projector.
I sit silent watching your hands caress my face,
I begin to write and your shadow starts to fade..
Then i write and write and continue writing until everything's on paper.
Until there's nothing left to watch dance across the walls,
like silhouttes in the mooonlight.
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