Friday, April 10, 2015

I Meant To Tell You

I meant to tell you the moon is still silver.
It still rises same as it used to rise,
shedding light onto cities and lands,
softened by the coming of night.
I meant to tell you that I still gaze upward,
same as when you were here, that in the stillest of hours
while carrying a heart 
as wide as the sea,
if I soak in that moon,
it may bring some relief.



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