3 am and the moon hung low
staring at me like a sleepy eye
whatever happened to promises made
beneath its borrowed light?
gone, it seems, with dawn.
kisses shared fade
seems not even a memory
is left behind.
330 and the moon hangs even lower
i stare at it, mulling over this constant reminder
dare i turn my back on the moon
will i be free when it sinks below the horizon
leaving the sky in darkness for that brief moment
before the sun intrudes?
will i ever forget?
or will the moonrise and moonset plague me
night after night after night,
filling my head with vivid pictures
that leave me doubled up in pain imagined
4 am and the sky turns black
i breathe easy
i feel drowsy
my last thought is a plea
for cloudy skies.