Love Behind

The moon fell, splashing into the sea and left me grasping for its last light. I turned, accepting we did not agree. Would the moon rise again so bright as when you were beside me, embracing in the shoreline’s bight? You departed promising to return soon but I saw lies in your smile and knew this moment was the last blue moon we would share; your words, untrue, died as you cruelly crooned love’s tune to seduce and add me to your coup. For now I despair, but still love you. In time I will forgive your betrayal and unhappy love’s somber hue. I will forget your false portrayal and whisper of love that blew with intent to possess my avail. I’ll move on with hope, autumn’s breath encouraging me forward, to leave you and your amoral shibboleth into Satan’s clutches wreathe. For you, I embrace my love’s death and my memories of you I cleave.