Longing for the Moon

Lingering in our crumpled, wakeful morning sheets

People hellbent on leaving cram the city streets

Sounds of escape float on breezes to our window

In silent solitude we wonder who'll be first to go

There was a time when morning always came to soon

Waiting for an eclipse while longing for the moon 

Sunlight says it's midday, we should be out of bed

What once was lethargy is apathy now instead

With nothing left to argue and even less to explain

There's no sense running over the same tracks again

It doesn’t seem that long ago we thought our love immune

Waiting for an eclipse while longing for the moon

I close the door softly on what I'll leave behind

There’s no blame to go around, no one’s been unkind

It’s just Humpty Dumpty and all our broken things

Seeing them before me feeds the need to take wing

A part of me I’ll leave behind in the waning noon

Waiting for an eclipse while longing for the moon

September 2016