I cannot bear the sight of your absence
underneath this beautiful moonlight,
that was clearly made for your presence.
I yearn to see you
in the daily, the unlikely,
yet you live in my digital tissue.
My heart is a pedestal,
graced by you, disgraced by me.
You are my biggest gamble.
You want me in the real,
yet you refuse to be real to me.
We work best as digital synapses of the youthful.
When I see you in the fleeting moments
You make the moonlight shine brighter
Yet, you are one full of omens.
Omens revealing underneath the moonlight
Omens seen bright in the day
Omens I choose to ignore in the night.
You are amiss underneath the moonlight
I hear you, but cannot see you
and only feel you in the night.
My strength is torn, with sleep I fight
Why are you never real to me?
Why must I always see you in the digital moonlight?
YOU ARE READING
The Boughs of Love
PoetryLove is patient, love is kind The wrong kind is toxic, the worse kind brings harm As you read this poetic story, do keep in mind To like and follow, if you so like my charm.
