Focus shifts like stars
among the constellations,
renewing regrets.
Tearing familiarity away brazenly,
outside the sun’s gate, the
ornamented moon glimmers,
looking away from the sun to
admit her wounded words,
troubled from
endless waiting.
The split sky gazes,
one eye at the sun, one at the moon,
living in a choice with no
options, escaping her heart’s
vacancy. she needs the sun, yet
every time the moon shines brighter.
