Moon Series 2016 - Day 13

Waxing Gibbous 10:30 p.m.

I didn't stop long enough
to think about the moon
It was just a snapshot
suspended far above my life
which keeps moving me around
like a pinball, bumping
against the sides of something real
never lingering for more time than it takes
to catch my breath
tonight the moon only exists
to remind me of what I'm missing
it's hard not to hate it
when I know I should stop and pause
when I yearn for the luxury of burdens lifted
when I look up at the sky
remembering a time when I was sure
it was put there just for me.
There's nothing more painful
than the disappearing moon