the last of it

there’s a crescent of hope
in the sky that says
we are for each other,

even as we crumble.
even as we fall.
even as we leave
……..pieces of ourselves
behind.

still,
…..small,
we shine.

the
……{not quite gibbous}
gist of it:

the moon is waning
and we love her
anyway.

 

..
I
april’s slowly waning. still, we poem

 

 

 

 

 

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2 Responses to the last of it

  1. Jay Bleu says:

    Wow I really loved this one. A poetic take on something not so poetic in nature.

  2. Nia says:

    I love these two bits:

    “still,
    …..small,
    we shine.”

    “the
    ……{not quite gibbous}
    gist of it”

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