Poetry Corner

The Curve of the Moon

By Jim Farfaglia

On nights like this,
when more than the sky is dark,
I love how you lean back
and offer me your lap.

There I sit, watching, as the stars
answer my uneasy questions;
watching, as one gracefully
falls from grace.

And in this waning moment,
I find your age-old wisdom
that comes and goes,
pausing long enough to say,

ā€œNothing stays forever full,
but, then again,
nobody ever completely
fades away.ā€

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