Moon
Tuesday April 03 12:20 Filed in: Poem
Moon
When she is gone
and I'm back on the
internet dating again
that's when the moon will come out
and turn the summer air to ash
like a baying dog at her sinister beams
i'll force myself to forge
a new heart
one that won't crack at the
torched chasms of days
a cathedral of folly
wincing at my own regret
while over darkened seas she flies
silent in her thoughts on me
and my fickle heart's
changing
waxing
and waning
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