Half-Moon in an Afternoon Sky

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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