You're a bleak
Red shadow
On the moon;
A startling
Shock
Of shading.
By one way or another
I know
We existed
Previously
What's more, little subtleties
Make me
Keep in mind:
Like oaks
In October,
The smelly
Aroma
Of wine,
The way
You close
Your submit mine.
Try not to battle it—
We're increasingly antiquated
Than rock,
We were here
Previously and now
We're back;
Not phantoms
Be that as it may, substance
Together once more.
Possibly Love
Continuously returns,
Or on the other hand we have
Incomplete business
Waiting
From in those days.
