Half Moon Heart
there used to be
a calm in his walk
a peace in his mind
he was never
an arrogant man
but you could see
the ego in his eyes
confident in himself
to accomplish any task
he had won her
heart this way
she had taken his
when she left
now he was sleeping
in the sandbox
trying to dream a memory
seven worries from
a heart attack
stepping on the frayed
stones of his soul
could he expedite
his eyes to the blind
let someone else
see her through them
giving the floodgates
to someone else
who would cry for him
if only he could turn
tears to golden coins
they would never
buy love again
he would become the drifter
who survived phony love
a secret buried in
his ebony shadow
hidden in his
half moon-heart
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