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.