I used to walk inside the light of a full moon,
she held my hand of course we might swoon.
A time in my life when everything romantic
could align itself, could make any moment epic.
Tonight I could only look at a moon in the sky,
a beautiful sight yet for now it only left me a cry
I haven’t known self-pity as well as I’d like
too many times have I lost in a last strike.
An illuminate memory tonight is a full flower swoon,
gives me solace to know we once knew we could swoon.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020