tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

new moon-fifty three

I watched the sky before me;
I was sitting on my bed,
my gaze towards my allied window.

the sky got darker with every flicker of my eyes.
the large full moon lit the now grey, bluish sky;
it's like a lamp that flickers your every lie.

the moon stood tall as everything got dark.
and it shall be just that,
unless out comes the morning lark—
and it shall be just that,
unless the sun comes creeping back.