Waiting


Strength in time will come
but goodbye will never
form on these lips,
spew off this tongue.

This heart will carry on
the life it gained
from love that grew
‘neath harvest’s moon.

Hoping upon the return
of its gentle lunar hue
it brings us back
restoring all we knew.

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