Weekly ritual in my balcony
continuing with my moonlighting story...

How far
we've come...

New year
new love...

Nothing left
in our once love-filled hall...

Never mind the cold
never meets the eyes...

Not quite love
not quite crush...

You are the one
for the rest...

Hold my hand and
take me someplace new...

On a clear day
take waikiki...

On a starry night
over a crackling campfire...

Perhaps I plan it beforehand
perhaps he has the same intent...

Words deftly rich
feelings quietly mellow...