As the sun set, you went out
With the promise to set out
As the moon to dispel my doubt,
The night when you left me.
A few full-moons you sent out.
On that day
The moon failed to turn out.
An eclipse? A cloudy night?
If so, for the next
I shall wait.
If otherwise
It is a romantic death.
No harm to the moon
If not shown or shone.
It is the objects
Which will be lorn.
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