Turning Points
from hope to downward slope
and flying high, not just getting high
hindsight is double twenty
but looking back I see your smile
not the reasons it faded
did we start too fast?
life’s a journey, not a sprint
one of us turned off at the fork
…or was it the knife
or maybe I just stayed behind, watching you
beautiful as the moon
and as far
you always were brightest in the night
one thing I did learn, though
or two things
I loved you
but you never loved yourself
YOU ARE READING
You Were the Moon
PoetryTo every love that didn't work out. And to every love that did. In no particular order: some reminiscence, some sadness, and some dreams.