Moonlit Nights Past

Things are changing slowly
In a way that is unseemly.
The cycle I was used to
Is slowly disappearing.

I miss the blonde girl
Who used to run to my arms.
There's also the brunette
To whom I did too much harm.

I wonder what they're doing
And if they think of me.
I hope they still need
To be in love with me.

Was it a blunder, then?
To leave them both
And not choose either;
Afraid that they would wither.

I can't truly say but I
Miss each one of them;
When the moonlit night lays
Quietly and in the cruelest way.