Yesterday’s Moon – 2

Walking barefoot on the grass, she feels the dew on her cheeks. She reads his coldness a thousand times. Hiding tears in the night, the moon watches her plight.

He takes the ice in his malt and gulps it down to the heart. Frozen… it feels, ready to tear her apart. His hands shiver, as he writes icy words. The moon watches the scar he gives to his own heart.

And while in pain they wither, lips parched, eyes dry, the silent onlooker glows spreading its halo to hide their yearning. Watching their lonely eyes searching the sky hoping to meet as shadows far away from reality.

Continued from – https://throughthecolouredglass.wordpress.com/2022/06/07/yesterdays-moon/

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