(Poem 317 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
My friend, the moon,
gets lonely sometimes.
He’ll wait for me in a rather
melancholy state,
just hanging around
hoping to connect.
I know I need to make
more time to visit
with him, like I used to,
but I get busy
and life gets in the way.
He probably feels
taken for granted,
though that is far from true.
I will never forget
his steadfast friendship,
nor replace him in my heart.
He knows my secrets,
where the bodies are buried,
and is the guardian of my shadow.
@Home Studio on 11/15/24 @ 6:07pm – 317th poem of the year
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