I intended to leave her for good the first month we were away from each other. The sun would haunt me in the mornings, so I found myself cowering in my own room under the duvet until the sun set and moon stepped out. I'd lay on the grass and let the words flow from my lips and the tears stream down my cheeks. I knew her once, the moon, but now she's gone and I'm here.
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PoetryI have to fight for a sense of stability and to resist the impulses of the moment. In which I run away from the good.
