Full moon.

I didn’t see it coming.

And it wasn’t at all like what I’d expected.

There were no white hot

knives slicing through,

no blazing wildfires,

no electrifying lightning,

no brutal ripping apart

of the heart and soul,

no spilling of blood,

no tears,

no ocean waves of sadness

to drown in.

None of it.

Just tired grey blood,

flowing slow

into a weary heart,

stopping mid artery

and my forlorn heart turning

a pitiful ash white,

collapsing into a lump

of useless dead muscle

adorned with calcified memories,

almost grateful for this end.

~Let’s count the stars in the sky tomorrow night, when the full moon is at it’s peak.

~Let’s say our pretty goodbyes as each star dies and every inch of the moon glows in its infinite glory. This may be the only forever I can have.

~This won’t matter someday.....

no, it won’t........

-Love?