Phases of the Moon

I felt after you    
In the darkness  
You not there    
Though the sigh of your song remained    
Silvered by moonlight    
Pale    
Echoing the curves of my dreams    
My wants and my needs    
But shadows don't speak    
Lost in their mingling with night    
Muffling  
Into that peculiar nocturnal silence    
    
I know the dark well    
You    
In the remembrance of dreams    
That celestial    
From which you are drawn    
Who no longer come on your own    
Nor answer when called    
I try to touch you    
Your words dissolve    
Will-o-the-wisps    
And the stars don't align    
   
Its hard cold outside    
Frost glazing the lawn    
White etching    
Browned leaves    
   
Its cold inside    
White sheets    
With heavy blankets thrown on    
But there's no warmth within    
   
Its funny how things change    
What I did or didn't do    
The same with you    
That changes day to night    
   
Sometimes things change    
Like the phases of the moon    
And turning of the season    
Just cycles like tides    
   
I sleep with ghosts    
And reread yellowed letters    
I still bear the old habits    
A creature of habit    
Makes missing you harder
Or is it myself I miss    
That part of me I gave to you    
That left with you    
That you no longer regard    
That even from afar    
I feel the wither
And it hurts my heart    
Leaves a mark    
   
You still speak in the ache