It was nothing more
a typical moon
hiding behind a tree
but this night
it resembled me.
See, I hide often
not allowing emotion to bleed
except when penning poetry
where there is no room for
make believe.
Oh, don’t get me wrong
I enjoy twisting words
like an abandoned highway
where spirits fly free
where dancing on a center line
with headlights on high beam
causes a heart to cry
every time.
It was nothing more than
a hidden moon
surrounded in blue
but I wished it could have been
me, with you.

Beautiful 🌙☺️
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Thank you very much 🙏🌻
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