hiding behind clouds

A Poem by kian

the moon recognizes
the honeyed stories about you,
the bottomless enigmas I have,
and river of thoughts we forsake.

yet the moon, alone together
reminiscing of memories
I wish to wash away
there’s a pouring, down my face.

honestly disoriented,
what does the moon do?

is the moon there to make the night starry?
is the moon there to listen to my endless tales?
is the moon there to accompany me instead of your presence that I was used to?
or is it there to betray me for my history that you knew�"

ah, it’s daylight.