Friday, November 2, 2012

walking moon

when i begin to think
about the many times
i've walked home alone

with only
the tracings of another
to guide my way back

i start thinking about
how i've grown up
inside

into an independence
i never was suited to

searching aimlessly for home

some say the moon
can calm you

shining a light
down roads
unfamiliar to your sight

but i always saw
the moon
as a willful witness

adorning
lovers
with a ghost-like glow

while chilling
the heart of the
lonely ones

_right down to the very bone_



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