I miss my old room at night
The moon used to kiss my window
around 12 o’clock
I would look around and I’d be able to see
The secrets that the air held tight
When the sun was out
Silence would dance around my eardrums
And it was like I could hear the whispering
Of some molecules doing the cha cha
When I sat still it was so familiar to me
One day, I decided to leave the moon
Outside my window and live elsewhere.
Probably a bad decision
It may have been a mistake even.
Now, the only thing that kisses my window
Are nothing but street lights that tap,
Pound even
At the new glass.
My ears and eyes can’t take it.
Around 12 o’clock I find myself searching
For those same secrets, and that same dance.
I never realized how used to it I was.
I’ll probably be searching forever.