The Moon's Lover
Isolated I sat.
There was a moon in the sky,
she was just as alone as I was
in a sky full of stars.
I could taste my own sorrow
The taste was thick on my tongue
like honey
but more bitter sweet the taste.
There was a cold in my limbs.
I longed for warmth,
to be held in those arms,
but no.
No longer did they hold me
I’d fallen away from them
cold and alone.
The sheets are stiff against my skin
goose bumps steal my flesh.
I watched the moon.
There is a tale somewhere
that says she too once had a lover
but they were taken from her.
Now she, like me, sits
cold and stiff in the night.
Alone, waiting.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2011
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