~ Under the Mournful Moon ~
Presence marked, She remembered
the nights
we first came together
and then fell apart
again and again
each occurrence immortalized by
a star
under Her watchful gaze
since the beginning of time
our time
we stopped it
we lost it
we found it again
never the same
different
but solid
or so I thought
I got mad
and ran away
you grew frustrated
and closed the door
presence marked, She dimmed the
stars
sensing our cycle
has run its course
the night air grew heavy
as the moon mourned
the best of you
wanted more for me
and the best of me
cursed you for that
because the worst of me
still loved the worst of you
and even though I always
returned to you
I could not ask to come back
again
© Dahlia Ramone: July 4, 2016
This was written for Blogophilia
Week 20.9
Topic: Best of You
Bonus:
Hard (2 pts): Quote Ferris
Bueller (I didn’t)
Easy (1 pt): Mention a favorite
song
(“Either Side of the Same Town”
by Elvis Costello)
