A Month

I haven't see the moon

in about a month.

I'm sure she's still up there;

I just haven't looked up.

I haven't seen a sunset

or smelled a blooming flower.

I've only sat and stared at dust

and counted lonely hours.

The pitying pendulum does swings

back and forth and back.

I let the air escape my lungs

'til everything turns black.

When I've seen my final dusk,

I'll dance among the stars,

but all I ever really want 

is to rest inside your arms.

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"The moon was gone; from side the world was dark as nightmares..." Radical Face Bad Blood