My Poetry, My Life

Moonlight Meetings

you crawl back to me at 3 a.m.

in the old t-shirt you used to always let me sleep in

and beg for my forgiveness.

you come in the middle of the night 

because you know I am

vulnerable and outspoken

when the moon fills the sky.

words fall off your lips like a waterfall

trying to convince me

to come back to you.

but that's like asking me to keep drowning myself.

I miss you

so much it seems my world

grew a little darker when you left

but I discovered the colors

I had been too blind to see

before your absence.

my heart cracks open

with emotions only you bring out in me

and I can't help but remember 

the good times we had together.

but the sobbing face

that stared back at me that night

through the shattered mirror

you had broke,

haunts me.

suddenly, I feel exposed

under the delicate moonlight 

as you cry on my doorstep.

nothing could ever fix this.

nothing could ever fix us.

and as I shut the door,

closing you out of my life one more time,

I cry for what we never were.

-BE