I do not see the moon any more –
or hardly ever.

It had become something special to me
shining in my life from time to time
with its unique light
that not only compelled my eyes to pay attention
but asked my soul for consideration.
I did not miss the moon at first, after moving
for our new agenda stole my time
and I did not seem to mind.

Now I fully grasp
that portions of my sky have disappeared
forever and forever.

I have delayed my feelings of withdrawal.

And now I am coping with this unusual mourning.

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