I Blame You, Moon

Empress of twilight and beyond, you’ve outstayed your welcome.

Come alone, I asked you, yet you brought the night–

libertine, fluid, and turbulent, swirling eddies through my voids, which were not for its blackness to fill. My silences were not your invitations.

I grapple for flickers, but hope for flames–antidotes to crumbling coals of an ebony pall. His face falls into a landscape I no longer recognize. Behind his eyes, a chalice of tears balances; equilibrium lost.

Plush rabbits, plump and soft like his skin, silky tags rubbed to threads; a 'remember this day from...' memory on my phone--him at five, fooling around--red bucket on his tousled hair remind me who he is. Who am I? A melancholy ache in unplayed beats rises from the corner where his drum kit gathers dust.

Sweeping the scattered powder of my atomized heart, I wonder, could my tears rehydrate it? If I can’t even touch your gauzy glow, what’s the point of you? Just leave! I’ll deal with me; because when he walks, oblivious, into the seduction of a night you reign over, I have no choice. I sculpt his history. I have to shine,

eclipse you.

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