Edith's Moon

on the days I try to forget,

I’m always given reasons to remember —

there’s no running from the signs

//

“look at the moon,” she said

he replied, “that’s pretty”

…

you only just noticed

her nightly glow?

I noticed her emergence

nearly an hour ago

as she faded into a

violet sky

//

and from where I’m now

propped up on this

low mountain-top

I can see it in my vision

almost too clearly;

hung in just the right spot —

a key, and beyond the

door it unlocks,

resides a recollection of

recent times

//

it’s like it was

brought out to taunt

because right below where she sits

lies the truth of our love

by that mountain of

where we first kissed

//

so you see,

I can never forget —

I suppose I shall no longer try

but for one thing, I am glad

for this memory no longer leaves a

lingering sadness;

at the thought,

there are no tears left to cry