Like a white circular cloud sliced/cut in half. One unaware of the workings of the heavens might ask: Where is the other half? Has it floated away into nothingness? Disappeared forever? Yet, I know it is still there. Full and Whole. Present - though not Visible. Still pulling the tides of the oceans. I sit at a table usually set for two, now only set for one. I Grieve but do not Mourn. For you - the other half of my severed moon are present - Though not seen. Still pulling the tides of my soul. Composed: October 2011
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