Once again.

The moon shone down

Illuminated only shadows,

the shapes of who we were

You could not see my eyes

You would never realize the tears I shed that night

Your lips grazed my forehead, as the wind brushes past your cheek

A sudden dark abyss

I lost you once and I would lose you again

GO

With no warning,

only the sense of utter chaos,

my feet pounded the dirt trodden road

In escape finding redemption

STOP

The moon illuminates the clearing

an open circle polluted with whispering memories

poems brushed by my ears, as though I were a willow tree,

Wrote of words that you spoke

strung together by haunting horn

Every sworn promise, every story told

Every moment captured.

GO

Forward under the silver-gold moon

the figures of fog dance

rotating, expanding condensing

in time to your own words

until frustration screams out

everything broken

STOP

the moon illuminates the figure

moving towards my collapsed form

outstretched hand offering a simple promise

a partner to dance with,

a partner to create new stories

until night ends once more

a cool breeze where your lips once were

GO

I will repair what has been broken

pick up the pieces, plant them as though they were wildflowers

the clearing will no longer be a graveyard for my memories

I will sew my own wounds closed,

wait for them to form their own scars, blend in with pale skin

blemished by years of waiting to see you alive once more.

STOP

GO

LIVE AGAIN