The Roof

I long for the roof in the middle of nowhere 

But not to look at the stars as I once did 

For with you

I created so many beautiful sorrows on that roof

And now, as time goes on

The beauty of regret is all that remains

You are gone, and with you the tale of better times.

This poem is about: 
Me

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