The moon is waning tonight, and even perhaps rattling in the sky like a "fragment of angry candy." Another Friday night alone. One of my friends who has been through a divorce told me how lonely the weekends used to be for her. I get that; what should be a time to spend with my beloved has turned into a gaping canyon of nothing, a darkening horizon. One thing that the divorce has done is to bring forth a lot of poetry; here is today's poem:
Waning Moon, Wasting Love
World weary.
Though not the world's weight
Pressing on my chest
Pressing on my heart
That makes it ache so.
Heart ache:
So apt, the term, so apt.
A physical pain, a genuine hurt
That manifests itself
In every joint
That breathes from every pore.
My mind tries to wrap around the emptiness
As my arms once wrapped around you.
I love you still, but in yesterdays.
Waning Moon, Wasting Love
World weary.Though not the world's weight
Pressing on my chest
Pressing on my heart
That makes it ache so.
Heart ache:
So apt, the term, so apt.
A physical pain, a genuine hurt
That manifests itself
In every joint
That breathes from every pore.
My mind tries to wrap around the emptiness
As my arms once wrapped around you.
I love you still, but in yesterdays.
Evokes real sorrow.
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