I settle in my bones
waiting for the gibbous moon to rise
her sweet face mourns with me
and all that I leave behind
we both walked on water
for the longest time
waiting
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I settle in my bones
waiting for the gibbous moon to rise
her sweet face mourns with me
and all that I leave behind
we both walked on water
for the longest time
And I am filled with
melancholy.
Maybe from Daddy’s side of the family.
Maybe his father accidentally brought it back from the trenches in France or maybe from your mother.
Herself emerged from the old growth pine forest to create a singular person
only to give into wild headaches and heartaches
with the shades pulled down
for days.