to the man i once loved: a poetry

• Infinite Moon •

infinite:
the moment was on
the counting began too soon
as i started to hear the thump
of heart dying to reach
for the impossible Moon.

one... two... three...
and so on...

when i began the tapping
to undo and open the door
the knocking grew louder
as i wait to who might be
--or must it be he...
when i began hoping
the counting came too soon
and shall i start shouting
the numbers 'til noon--
or must i start waiting
and as i wait--
i could count the number
then mourn--

one... two... three...
to the infinite moon
but waiting... still waiting
until he comes home.

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