A snapshot. A stop sign. A flashback.

Our life unfolds in these fleeting moments.

Clues of who we are becoming,

stuck between the window panes

hidden between sighs

lying under the ashes.


I sit on top

a flashing hotel sign.

I’ve been waiting for someone to pick me up

all this time.


I stare at the moon,

waiting for answers

but I only get asked why.

It’s been too long,

too cold

too lonely.


But tonight is different.

I crush the cigarette butt.


Tonight, I’m getting up knowing

the one I’ve been waiting for has come,


moon beach

She has arrived.


Audio version:

Music by Ketsa – Welcome Back


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