Half Moon.

Engraved upon my soul

Memories of you.

Dreaming, drifting

I wondering past

the house

where we once lived.

Where home fires burnt

yet, now I see

another flame

does glow.

At a glance

into a window

another face

not mine.

Living in another time

hear my cries

I feel I am dying.

Still need your touch

Forbidden, forgiven

forsaken,  alone.

Tears roll down

sunken cheeks

on pale face.

Desperation

I hurt.

Decisions made

in moments haste

The last look

on your most

handsome face.

The past should

remain in the

corners of my

sub-conscious mind.

For they are

too painful

too  soiled

forgotten, lost.

Therefore

I banished from my heart

these exhausted dreams

As only pieces

of my broken heart

remain.

MM c 2015