Trickster
Missing him..
I filled my time with other things,
But nothing helped keep him off my mind.
The Night:
Filled with two false poetic promises left me disappointed.
In these two years I have lost all “friends” I thought had loved me.
Instead,
They abandoned me, and left me to my own devices.
But the new discovery of joy found in honing a craft,
Granted me the sight of true love.
Even if he didn’t love me back..
And yet,
It wasn’t fair.
The Night displayed a Full Moon shamelessly,
Much like the night I left home.
It was a sky full of nothing but stars falling over stars.
Instead of fleeing,
On this Night,
I went to howl at the Moon but what came out-was his name.
Morbidly followed by not even a whisper of an answer.
Even though I knew it was hopeless, i still hung up my mirror to almost see the shriek I prayed still hung in the air.
It was a deep dark voice
-dare I say his voice?
I have always known it.
Even when a hundred years has passed us both by.
Would I ever hear it again?
I sadly still wonder..
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