Stars sharpen, along with my fears.
She can hear me, I know.
Remember all the I love you, dear’s?
I was her king,
her moonrise at sundown,
a resplendent half-ring.
Love is kind,
still, love is demanding;
a truly unbreakable bind.
To me, she called
in the dead of night.
She spoke in silence, should these whispers fall,
now, it settles in the stone-washed grass
around my child’s forsaken doll.
Where did she go?
Mustn’t have been an hour past then…
I should hold her, but no…
Just one glance at the hand God dealt her
and I’m seeing red, my memory’s
only a past ghost-town shelter.
I must end this earthly roam.
My closing trek is to the door;
I knock, and vow to see her home.