Long and short of it

Times come-

When my moon becomes eclipsed

One that tends to last a bit too long

And I feel the dredge- her withdrawal

Leaving my soul feeling as if amputated 

Selfishly I desire to be her only constant 

Silence gets louder in each new second

Till I feel most foolishly infant…still in love

Poet of the Light © 2018

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