unable to sleep
you stare
at the moon
that lingers
in the corner
of your window.
white like chalk,
as round
as any ball can
be. lifeless
and cold
and yet it comforts
you, this moon,
these nights
that keep coming
one after the other
like quiet
footsteps in the snow,
in the winter
of your life.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
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