Black water in the pond
I hover my hand to see the reflection
But there were only shadows
The wind grew calm and still
I hold my breath
I'm too afraid to touch the water
The black pond
There are no leaves on these trees
perhaps this is what homesick feels like
homesick for my lover
I feel without my body
And I look at you sitting across from me
yet its like you're not here
YOU ARE READING
Moon Man
PoetryA small collection of my poems. Most have been written on a whim. Letting my subconscious do the work for me.
