Love Behind
The moon fell, splashing into the sea
and left me grasping for its last light.
I turned, accepting we did not agree.
Would the moon rise again so bright
as when you were beside me,
embracing in the shoreline’s bight?
You departed promising to return soon
but I saw lies in your smile and knew
this moment was the last blue moon
we would share; your words, untrue,
died as you cruelly crooned love’s tune
to seduce and add me to your coup.
For now I despair, but still love you.
In time I will forgive your betrayal
and unhappy love’s somber hue.
I will forget your false portrayal
and whisper of love that blew
with intent to possess my avail.
I’ll move on with hope, autumn’s breath
encouraging me forward, to leave
you and your amoral shibboleth
into Satan’s clutches wreathe.
For you, I embrace my love’s death
and my memories of you I cleave.
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