July 2

July 2, 2015
by C
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Heart, heart,
what did I say?

Oh the moon got into you,
the moon, the sky, the lake—

and then you went
and showed your face,

boldly, no hesitancy,
and so now, we wait—
 
 
How vast, this night.
 
 
And just like that
I can finally admit,

it isn’t that I fear
your loss—

what terrifies me
most is that

some day
you may be right.
 
 
Or some evening,
sitting up late,

like this.

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