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Missing The Moon
Oh, where do you go
When the sun comes out and the wind blows,
Long hair bundled
And my skin shows?
Dandelion fuzz kisses the nape of my neck.
The sun is a sorry story
When your missing the moon.
When loneliness called me inside
We sat together by the dining room window,
Head on his shoulder
As he told me the dangers of the sun
Together we wait for your return
So loneliness can leave
And ill be in the presence of the moon.
When the sun comes out and the wind blows,
Long hair bundled
And my skin shows?
Dandelion fuzz kisses the nape of my neck.
The sun is a sorry story
When your missing the moon.
When loneliness called me inside
We sat together by the dining room window,
Head on his shoulder
As he told me the dangers of the sun
Together we wait for your return
So loneliness can leave
And ill be in the presence of the moon.
Published 2nd Oct 2019
Author's Note
"Missing The Moon" a poem birthed from my perspective of the moon, and how it keeps me company.
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