Many Moons
You and I never wanted
to go to bed – awoke
reading in the night by phone light.
I think of all the moons I shared
when you typed during your day
and in my night.
Was I moon sick
for words
for love and for care.
Moons have different phases
different intensities of light
like you and I, they are solitaire.
I loved you, how I loved you
at first sight, unlike you---
you left me
when it became clear
your presence would not
stand up in the daylight.
Author: Sara Stegen
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