Forsaken

Dear moon,

Where were you?

Where were you when the darkness came

And swallowed up the sun,

Tempered the firmament,

And left me too cold to fear the night?

Could you see me?

Did you watch when I, unseen,

Sought comfort in not seeing?

In not knowing whether the waters were rising or receding?

In handing it over to fate?

I thought you my friend once,

When I was young.

The night was older, even than you, but I'd seen only enough

To think the thing a toy, a game I could master with spunk and vain bravado,

And you a thing of beauty,

My sister.

Goddess of all the sisters,

United in waste and pain and the endless cycle of loss

I had read was the grandeur of living.

I did not know then that yours is a mirrored light

And mine a mirrored love,

And that beneath my storied love

You were barren and cold as glass.

You made no bones about it, the fault is my own.

I mistook indifference for a steady hand

And held mine up until my fingers turned white

And thought it your light in my palm.