She held his hand
in the distance
a moon rose against
the sky
cirrus clouds
beg the question why
when now
when yesterday
had only been miles away
not in a symbiotic fashion
a nostalgic memory
instead
the moon alone
outlives as one
no more felt a natural
swing upon a nearby horizon,
instead tonight the miles
of our universe
would weigh in the distance.
Our love eternally
drawn in the light of our lives.
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2 thoughts on “The Last Full Moon”
enchantingsunrise
That was lovely!
Brilliant use of vocabulary
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a quiet man
thank you – I’m glad you enjoyed this piece.
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