This Moon

Tell Me About It

I don’t think I’ll get over the moon
Only because it holds me still
In this timelessness
waiting
For relief and yet I still
myself because even
those that think they understand
really don’t
No one can know your sorrow
till you sing the song of it
to the solitary soul that waits
to hear it.
Maybe then I grow from it
a shared camaraderie
words not spoken but to this moon
that holds me still.

Still

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