The Old Familiar

The Moon set on my mind one evening

was nary a star nor body in the sky
what was once was bright
is now a strinking inky onyx glare…

Oh, how that that big Ol Light hanging up there
would light up this stubborn heart of mine

but now I’m wondering….

(sometimes old items are best left undusted
maybe it was just a phase
one of us are best left untrusted)

wondering if there’s someone out there who even cares

Tears fall gently from my lashes
dripping away on a patch of  withering ashes
my former garden
flowers… colors corroded away from their former of eminence

No sense in staying if my tears aren’t enough to water you

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