As I’m sat here in my flimsy foldable chair,
Modestly under-dressed for a mildly chilly night,
The moon clearly gleams and beams in the sky.
Half of July has gone by, and yet, I am still thinking about last December;
I witnessed the Geminids under a different full moon,
And in a bout of personal grief and also awe for my Creator,
I watched the world go by on my own,
As paragliders caught the wind down the valley,
And lovers watched the sunset to their shared soundtrack.
And here I am once more in the wilderness,
Chasing after only but a glimpse of the night sky,
With friends, but also decidedly alone.
In my head, I guess it’s just the way this goes.
Dreams of a face I don’t want to see, and nightmares of the scars you gave me.
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