The white moon hangs full o’er distant traces
My wannabe dreams cast by elation
And so we were in two different places
Most of the time and for the duration
I was always ten paces forward then
In a future i didn’t feel lowly
Never at rest and always in motion
You brushing your teeth ever so slowly
Not once did i stop to ask how you were
Things like how you felt or what you wanted
So embarrassed am I, a single word
A string of events that leave me haunted
So as our blue affair draws to a close
The sound soft of a new beginning grows
AI artwork trained on the work of Vilhelm Hammershøi
