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She left the laundry on the clothesline until 9 pm, giving herself an excuse to go outside and look up at the moon.
Standing there watching the sky.
The moon appears among clouds like the moon from her memory, evoking feelings of a new beginning or ending.
green rain-soaked hills
soft mist masks the reality
walking to find the sky
feeling sadness in each step
grey thoughts turning
becoming a moonless night
amongst the high mist
alone with many thoughts
contemplating endings
feeling a shift
forcing feet to move
a slow descent
I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch about missing you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea.
I longing to be close to you again.
For I was young and didn’t care
yet now I look on in despair
For I didn’t think that I did care
and now I know it’s not fair
I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch about missing you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea;
I’m always longing to be close to you again.
Waiting for the microwave to finish,
lunch will end soon,
watching the time tick the day away,
dinner will start soon,
wishing for something to start,
hoping for something to end.
You began, then you end,
I begin, then I will end;
we will all begin and end.
C & K 