If just tonight the city clouds would part
To let one silver moonbeam trickle in,
Caress my pillow, soothe my weary heart,
Tonight I’d dream of sweeter things than him.
I remember clearer nights, so long ago.
I close my eyes and feel the starlit breeze.
In dreams, harsh time will pause its ceaseless flow:
I’m happy there. I can forget that he’s
No longer here. The city’s snoring up
A storm whose orange glaring shrouds the skies,
Sequestering the broken plate and cup
Of shattered moon and gray, obscuring lies.
I lost him long ago, but in my dreams
His moon remains. The sky’s not what it seems.
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