Change of Season
It's the changing of the season
You should have told me.
I've worn out all my welcomes.
So I don't love you anymore.
I won't be knocking on your door.
Yes, you say you won't forget me.
I see it's the rainbow moon out tonight.
Though the summer days drifted off-site.
You might forget me towards morning light.
For I shall have already forgotten you.
I've watched you many times come and go.
Through the shadows of the crystal moon.
I trace the memory of your face in my dreams.
I stare at the picture of you on the nightstand.
Feel the coldness of you come over me.
As the mystical lover's moon shines outside my window.
10/07/ 2013 12midnight
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2013
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