Her Moon

[satellitesky]

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"Her Moon"

Summer came, if slowly
and uneasy.

The cold nights passed. Restless
feet turned countlessly,
churning tangled sheets around my legs.

Does the poxed moon remember me,
the same way I remember her?
Frozen and pale,
barely able to crawl,
inch by inch, across
the lonely canvas

How then now
will this new sun
come to know my name?

Comments

[magentacrest]

I enjoy this very much:

Frozen and pale,
barely able to crawl,
inch by inch, across
the lonely canvas

Melancholic and beautiful.