A lonely evening by a lake

Night fell without a warning
birds slid their heads under plumage warm.
An owlet yawned,
as a birder lost his way to the city.
Eye-win hoots meh to the moon
gleamingly content,
that the lake shimmers under its breath.
All the sounds, all the visions blur
now just a dull ache
that just wouldn’t go.
I saw you 2 moons ago,
your breath still sweet on my lips,
your scent buried in my skin.
Some love-stories will remain
incomplete, unwritten.

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