On gentle nights with windows, open wide,
When the moonlight shines, and I can't hide,
A shadow of you creeps in within my mind,
And memories flood, like an old friend.
The moonbeams cast a spectral shape,
Of the love we shared, like an old tape,
Playing in my mind on repeat,
An endless loop, still bittersweet.
Your image lingers in the air,
Like haunting presence, always there,
As I try to move on and forget,
The memory of you, is so hard to reject.
But on these soft and starry nights,
As the moon casts its silver lights,
I can't help but feel your ghost,
A shadow of love, I miss the most.
So I lay here with the window open wide,
As I let the memories and emotions collide,
And though you're gone, your shadow remains,
A bittersweet reminder of the love we once claimed.