Night, a solaceful, distant memory
When you left my already-rifted heart
It repeats, this haunting memory,
I try, alright?
I try to forget, I try to move on.
But this memory, it just has to,
repeat itself, over time again,
and I am, but a slave of the past.

The last time you said ‘Goodbye’,
I held to the window panes,
cried my little heart out,
until it drained of life,
until it could scream no more.
That night, you took my heart,
with you, I haven’t seen it since.
It isn’t my belonging anymore.
(Bring it back, before I stop breathing)
(Place it back, before I lose meaning)

Every night is a blissful time,
I shiver with such delight,
I smile with so much pain,
I laugh with haunting memories
I pry through our diaries and poems,
happy of our blooming love.
(You still hold my beating heart,
Isn’t my argument valid, Contest Chair?)

It was but a silent night,
That night
And every other night.