MOON A NOON

The first day felt magical, A feast so grand, so memorable. Just hours beyond the golden noon, He said I was his radiant moon. A moon that glows, soft and pure, For a love that seemed to endure. But maybe I was just a toy, In the game of his fleeting joy. At last, the truth became clear— The moon shifts as time draws near. Once I was full, luminous, bright, Now I’m new, vanished from sight. How did I miss what lay ahead? For love’s a fleeting word, they said. The moon stays bound to the earth, Yet to him, I held no worth. My heart replays the tender names, The joyful days, the playful games. All of it fading, all for a time— A fleeting script of love’s design. Now past noon, I sit by the shore, Watching couples as I implore. Waving at love’s fragile disguise, Waiting for heartbreak in their eyes.