Squash down the words
I’ve said today into a ball
and throw it up to the sky.
The moon grins around it
with tears in her eyes at its
pathetic form as it dies.
Each step is a brushstroke
of a missed opportunity
I dare not to take.
Each keystroke an undefined
error until the lights are
released and floated awake.
Yesterday was full and
wired while we smiled
and just waited.
Today is a silence of
worried pacing that the
night sky anticipated.
Holy cow that was beautiful
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