Binary Stars

(and other duplicitous heavenly bodies)
..

The moon’s a crescent scar
tonight, and yet still too bright
for eyes too tight for tears.

You can keep your major
and your minor, the un
-spoken Braille code of
all these sacred pinmarks.
There’s nothing left to wish
upon in this ridiculous sky.

You’ve fallen.

……….And I
am left out here
in the middle of so much
ebony soup.
 

….
Prompted by Quickly in September,
{day 2.}