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The moon, again

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I gather moments as if
droplets of blood,
each collecting and pausing
in my heart until
my chest feels so full
it might burst.

I smile when this happens,
knowing the immense joy
I feel will soon dissipate,
but already I’ve relived
a moment of bliss.

These memories,
pooling under the surface,
are as easily sketched
across a blank page
as they are written
across my face.

I can’t help but remember
those times where giddy
ruled over any other emotion —
where pain seemed impossible
and care was our only inevitability.

My friend, once upon a time,
taped “pain is inevitable;
empathy is required”
on her computer.

I think about it, day
after day.

Life is pain,
and yes, many other things,
but I come back
to the pain most often.

Anyways,
how could one love
without knowing its opposite?

The moments currently
swelling up
relate to you, of course,
and are as clear as the moon
on a cloudless night.

Yet, there’s something
more beautiful about the moon
when half-hidden amongst clouds
that makes me miss
the mystery
of it all.

The moon again

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The moon is loud tonight,
clashing cymbals
and drum rolls.

You once said,
in not so many words,
“think of me when you look at the moon
because I will also be looking (but at a different moon, obviously).”

Even in what could be
a serious moment,
you have me laughing.

It’s crazy what happens when
you let people in
and they let you in.

There’s so much
to give and to take,
to hold and to allow
to be held.

I don’t know
if you’re experiencing
the same moon,
but damn is
she keeping me up.

Moon.

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A 4 am parkway visit to see a blood moon made me think of you.

We never took late night trips to the parkway,
but you were always so excited about the stars.

It was beautiful up there, and the stars,
the stars shined so brightly that it felt like they wanted to mark the occasion.
Did you know, this was the longest partial lunar eclipse in 580 years?

I wanted to invite you,
but knew doing so would be from a place of love and longing,
and I am working so hard to move forward from you.

I went with friends, and as we shivered in the early morning,
wrapped in car blankets, I thought of you and I,
and how happy I was to be there,
watching Earth cast a shadow across the moon,
humming songs from our moon playlist.

Movements of Light

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Moonlight dances across their faces,
shining through the cobwebbed windows
and tapping along their lips.

It waltzes over the plane of their cheek,
dipping into the dimples
and trotting around the nose.

The moon shifts higher into the sky,
and the waltz becomes a series of allegro pirouettes,
each spin carrying it closer to the eyes, 
until collapsing on the iris,
out of breath,
shining.

Laughter raises the light once more,
coaxing it into a tango,
weaving through the eyelashes
and up between the eyebrows.

Clouds obscure the moon,
and the light completes it’s last dance.
A Pas de Deux,
adagio,
across the smooth forehead
before taking its final rest in the crook of their ear.

Her Moon

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*I wrote this poem in 2017. It was the first time I felt like I could write, really write. I felt like I could find inspiration in the life around me and tell a story. It may not be the best (or the worst) poem I will ever write, but it was the first. It is my stepping stone. I hope you enjoy!*

She dreamed of the moon,
of the stars
She dreamed of the forgotten folk,
those lost in space,
the ones too tuned out to hear
She dreamed the sun would never come
and the night would last forever
She lost those folk in the sunrise,
the ones tuned out like her
She missed them at daybreak,
like she imagined they missed her
One day, she said, I will be out there,
one of the forgotten,
floating aimlessly about
But that day will not come soon enough,
so she dreams
the moon is her friend, the stars are her aspirations
They let her dream,
dream of better days
But once again,
the sun blots her,
shields others from her
She cannot dream, only return back to Earth,
tuned out
tuned only to the night sky,
to those like her,
to those that understand,
Tuned to her beloved moon