The sun, the moon, the stars...

The sun comes up…

I can not stand the sight of you,

I hide all day in another room,

I can not stand to tell you the truth,

I say,” It is me…not you”…

 

The clouds begin to cover the sun…

I appear for a moment pretending we are fine…

When I see your face so sad…

I kiss your lips thinking that will make you content…

I walk away with a smile and hide some more…

While mumbling, “It’s something I am going through”…

 

The sun is fading…The moon is becoming clear…

I see in your expression you want me near…

I sit with you for a while to make it look like I’ve been waiting for this all day…

Still talking about how sorry I am for myself …

How sorry I am to make you feel the way you do…

 

The moon is full in the dark sky…

I tell you I want to lay with you…

I want to hold you…

Still apologizing for not being here…

I tell you you’re all I have ever wanted…

You’re everything I have been waiting for…

 

Silence falls upon the starry night sky…

The stillness tells me you are asleep…

I fail to recognize the damp spot on your pillow…

I never heard the sniffles or felt the sobs…

As I sneak quietly down the stairs…

I never thought you’d notice I wasn’t there…

 

As the sun begins to rise again…

Rain like drops flood your cheeks…

Curled up in a ball you look at the clock…

You hold yourself tight as you did all night…

Still wondering what I could be doing…

What is more important than holding you, touching you, wanting you…?

 

You begin to fear the worse…

Just then you awaken…realizing it was a dream…

Your heart pounds…knowing this is what you did to ME…

You turn to see if I am there…You realize your biggest fear…

I am not near…nor am I far…

Knowing I will never again…

Under the sun...the moon... or the stars…

Ever be where you are…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem story is powerful. When the walls cave in. Hard to remember what brought and held two people together. I tell the young people. Be careful what you say and hold on tight. When you are left alone wondering what happen. The story is over. I like the feel and emotion of this poem. Under the sun... the moon... or the stars there are no secrets. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is very sad, the end of love and
neither seem to know what is happening
to them. It is over, only a few memories
hold them together.
Beautiful sad story. It is all there. It is over.
Perhaps this is just a daydream. The writer may
have concocted this sad story, or it may be about
a friend----but it is done !

Very well written.

----- Eagle Cruagh