Secret Moon

I must confess
Even though I love
To talk

After you leave
I still feel an ache
In my chest.

I won't depress
Because I know
You're happy

But you should know
I love the way
You dress.

So I won't wane
Like the tide
Ebb

But wax philosophical
You make me happy
Insane!

I feel (so) good (but) when (you're) gone.