LOVE IN MOONLIGHT

Margarita Kazak

Es Ther Lim

I dreamt that I met Light. Light let me hold her hand. Light wasn’t holding mine , though. No, she wasn’t.

Light told me things. Things I had longed to hear for a long time Her voice r ang in my hear t, Echoed across the catacombs of my inner-thoughts She emptied those cluttered mausoleums

I didn’t want Light to let go of my hand. Just a little longer, please? Don’t let me go. Please . She didn’t even say goodbye . She just looked down at me with those eyes. Those eyes. And down, down, down I fell. Into a dreamless, empty abyss of deep sleep. When I had woken up, I felt the hair s on my neck stand With the heavy realization that Perhaps the reason why Icar us fell, the air is heavy with the scent of laundr y deter gent it is sweet and clean and a distinct reminder of those june after noons all those miles away from where we are now i wonder now how long it has been that i have been missing you