The New Moon

March 22, 2015 in It is what it is - opinion column | Comments (0)


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Cradled in indigo sheets,
laying sweetly
on her back,
sending the most
of smiles
across a sky under which
we both dance.
Did you look up
to see?
Did you look up
to marvel?
Did you
look up?
I did.
Glancing up
and peering forward,
realizing the journey
we take
diverges here.
Silence speaks volumes.
I listened, but
didn’t want to hear.
Patience fades thin
as the crescent above
dips below the horizon.
It’s time
to say goodnight,
at least
for now.


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