Moonlight Pondering

I sit in my room

all alone with the moon

with a bottle of gin as my love

and I cry for the ones

who are dead but with

words yet unsaid

on the tips of their

tongues.

I feel nothing but darkness

the lights have gone out

and the stars fall towards

the jar in my hand

and I hope that perhaps

you too shot down from heaven

to be in my arms once again.

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