And when the morning comes
That I cannot hear your voice
And you can’t describe the moon to me
The way it hovered at your window
Like a mother
Gathering silver tears
And sleepless nights
And how the fullness
Sometimes broke your heart

And when that evening comes
And the sun
Without your words to color
Slips down behind a quiet hill
Gone to rest awhile
Away from me
Away from me
My sun
My moon
What will I do




Sara Mathews     October 2019
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