I cannot find the moon tonight
and I cannot find you by my side
and I hope you remember
melting in this grass that warm
summer night and blowing
away the fine details in life.
funny how the tables turned
and funny how bruised hearts
never learn. funny how you
cried when I wrote you
poetry and here i am writing
poetry and crying within this
empty cloudy night.
except this is not funny at all and
I think the moon left when
you made your final call.
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