A Moonlight Meeting

I met you in the moonlight

In a garden made of stone.

Dressed in mourning, drunk on wine

Standing all alone.

Morbid thoughts, they plagued my mind

Until I saw you smile.

How could I stop my stony tears?

It had been a lonely while.

It surprised me when you said my name.

Who knew the dead could speak?

Even after all that’s passed

Your presence made me weak.

Assurance that you’ll be just fine

Spilled forth from your form.

But such words only cut me deep;

Since you left I’ve not been warm.

So tell me, love, if you can

How is it that you deal

So well with being far from me

While my heart just won’t heal?

By the time I made my way back home

What peace I had was lost.

It’s so like you to prove a point

No matter what the cost.