New Moon

New Moon

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

New Moon

I don't find it
much a tragedy anymore 
that I cant count backwards 
from ten;
it's part of the sickness
I call my life.

Trembling once in her arms,
I don't know how not
to go back to her,
I don't know how not
to reach for her at night.

She was my world once
as I was her Moon,
she could forget about me
in phases 
and did,
until I was new.

I am a new Moon always.

Yet she is always
just keystrokes away
to rattle my cage,
make me like the Cheshire 
and small like Alice,
my mad hatter. 

And I will sink into the bottom
of another starry night 
broken and damaged,
as she casts her shadow 
upon me still.

Not willing to let me go
in a Sun soaked sky.

© 2016 Abigale LeCavalier

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Added on May 25, 2016
Last Updated on May 25, 2016