Cycles

charred arteries, the trees
almost
touching
the moon, its cycle like mine keeps
passing us by – we do
nothing

i bleed, trying to warn you
each time –
never let it be said i did not tell
you of your neglect

did not listen, to each other’s breathing
to hear who sleeps first – never
me, and the moon still
lights the great chasm between us
knowing full well
too close and it will swallow
us whole

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