I watch the way the moon bends
stretches around the earth
shining in darkness with its tinged edges
My life is stained with you
You leave your mark in every one of my edges
I will not be trapped in time
This never-ending loop
Like a plague, you come sweeping through me
I push against my skin, replay the conversation, smoke
when I don’t want to because
you tell me to
But I can also tap my finger to the rhythm of a song
Sit beside a fire and smell the taste of calmness
Rest
I will not trace the moon through the night
Awake with a clicking response to its pace
It’s a metronome tune I float to
to sleep
as deep as a river
Sliding through the moon's glow
I wake up in the morning
Coffee thick with the stain of hope
Time is moving and my friend
sits across from me at a coffee shop
Tells me about her week
I listen and my thoughts are quiet
For a moment, I can forget the way the moon bends
the way I hold my breath for it to circle back around
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