My Hands Hold, With Or Without Poem by Amberlee Carter

hush moon,
don't sing sad melodies tonight-

i get lost in the noise,
in the vagueness that you offer.

a tug of nostalgia at my heart,
i want to forgive him,
even for something so massive as
loving me too much,
so much
that his hurt is like a bitter disease
i cannot live without.

addicted to the way he fumbles for sense,
running fingertips through his ebony hair,
as if to say, ' come closer, i need you closer'
and i always do because i am proudly a fool,
for a man who loves and walks away,
leash in hand as if to say.....