I run from the moon.
As with you and I, embraced
a night that ended too soon.
It hangs there in the sky
like a half-lit motel sign flashing
"Stupid Try."
Every night not be ignored
it is a recurrent reminder
of what is no more.
I endure its taunt so cruelly proud
except for an occasional night
when mercy sends a cloud.
I keep running but always above
the night sky calls to me
and I remember the love.
My memories may fade and dim
but the moon and I
will never forget him.
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