I gazed at her.
Her tawny, brined face
Stark with emotion
If only for a moment.
Then,
She fell away.
And as she did,
The moon slipped quietly
Behind the clouds.
She never wanted to be
Noticed.
It wasn't her way.
Now,
As the sun rises without her,
I wait for it to set,
Watching,
In anticipation,
To see if she peeks
Quietly,
One night,
From the depths
Of the Scarlet moon.
Remember
Me.
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A lovely poem, dear Ma'am Chris....10+++++++++