drawing the curtain I glanced the waxing moon

drawing the curtain
I glanced the waxing moon

‘in the hours you hate me’ I said
‘I love you the most’

our eyes met departing
sorrow

of sun and moon

and the shape of the moon
mattered

and the fragility of souls
matter too

 

This entry was posted in 2019, literature, poem, poems, poetry, writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s