Poetry from The Well

You missed the half moon

You missed the half moon

 

You saw the blemish on my neck

And the snag in your blouse

 

You read the headlines and

Skipped the stories

You read 100 text messages

Gazing past words so lonely

They were groaning

 

You missed the half moon

The way its orange halo

Shimmered and lifted it

Even higher in the sky

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