I realized the other night,
when looking at the moon,
the crescent moon,
I know it was in your eyes as well
we always shared those moments.
Tonight I was thinking about it,
the crescent moon,
the magic its mystique.
I tried to convince you,
then one day,
you told me you were not,
then my muse
disappeared,
like vanished into space,
the stars and midnight breeze
contained only a visual dance
that so many times before,
I could share with
you
by my side.
Tonight I just
spent my hours
wondering about you
watching
the crescent moon.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
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