Not the Moon

different than the moon
which over the past three nights
has stalled in constant swoon
stubborn in her plight.

inconsistent and expected
are your faces or lack thereof
persistent and dejected
for the empties i dare love.

hanging from my lashes
you pull into tired purple
and gather with my ashes
under my eyes in darkened circles.

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