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My Moonshadow Mistress

Loving Against the Odds

By Geoffrey Philp Published about a month ago 1 min read
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Every time I've left with a change of clothes, you've said,

"Come home, baby. This time, it'll be different."

Lunacy, my friends said, this longing, while you remained

Indifferent as the moon on a winter night to my

Pleas, my desperate texts, begging you not to

Share our love--yet you did—and I've returned

Every time. For I'll always believe your lies.

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About the Creator

Geoffrey Philp

I am a Jamaican writer. I write poems (haiku & haibun), stories & essays about climate change, Marcus Garvey, music icons such as Bob Marley, and the craft of writing through personal reflection & societal engagement.

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  • The Dani Writerabout a month ago

    Haunting! Easy-flowing and plausible with an expert touch.

  • Christy Munsonabout a month ago

    You've given your readers a lovely one here. The loneliness is palpable. I love how this piece could be interpreted in so many ways. There is both a sturdiness and an open, vastness that I appreciate. Wonderful piece.

  • Cathy holmesabout a month ago

    Beautiful but quite sad.

  • Mariann Carrollabout a month ago

    So sad, we all have been deceived by love . Excellent poetry

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