Gone Poem by Midnight Clarity

Gone



Going, going, gone.
The moon I mean,
not you. I left you
so long ago your face
is shadows
on the surface
of a satellite
disappearing in the dark.
Eclipsed, no longer seen
just a taint of shadow
on my memory
like earth across
the moon.

Thursday, February 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: moon
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Midnight Clarity

Midnight Clarity

Isles of Scilly living in Barbados
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