Into moonshine — I used to love the mist,
it kept me safe,
away from careful eyes,
measuring every sight,
words left me all too soon,
I could not take back what I treasured,
in your heart, I wanted to stay
and yet,
you closed the door,
let me run
with the shadows
forgotten and unheard,
avoided by sun rays,
I met none on my way,
no…