Without You

This night, with waxing crescent
Hanging in an ink black sky
Sits in silence,
Another mark upon 
The logbook of this year.

The full moon will come and go,
A wink upon your pain
Before it passes to oblivion
And a black day in July
Explodes 
Once again without me

And another night,
Another waxing crescent
Will hang in silence,
Another mark
Upon the logbook of this year
Without you

 
Janet Reid
june 2008