The moon speaks to me of you (a love poem)

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Shall we dance into the night
you & I
our words but a whisper?

What is it
that makes this soft sadness
so indeterminable
so impenetrable
sunk so deep
into this endless night?

The broken light that comes & goes
between the darkness
either side of dawn
speaking of your memory
ushering in each day
one, as if a step away from you
the next, a step towards you.

I see your eyes
the moon dancing in their gaze
with each tremble of our sudden doom
& each song of ours sang & played
in this old house beside the water
the soundtrack to our time
fills each & every solemn room.

& the time still ticks off itself
your presence no less clearer
no further from me
no closer than before
it wasn’t meant to be like this
nor will it ever be the same again, once more.