writing

Crescent

Crescent
(I have an obsession with the moon)
Your freckles were the stars.
I traced them one by one,
Finding constellations
That brought light
To a once dark
And lonely
Person I
Call
Me.
Four
Days
Passed
With the
Moon barely
A sliver above.
I thought the dark
Would encompass us
Forever, but you were all
The brightness I would ever need.
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