You left me on a half moon night
Appropriate given your half truths
You said we’d be together forever
Forever in your world must have
Equaled a mere unlucky seven years
No wonder we didn’t get a fuller moon
And had to settle for the half slice
If I had been a full mooned werewolf then
I wouldn’t have hunt you down and killed you
Even in beastial state I couldn’t have done it
As if the moon became halved and
Took the hate and the fury out of me
And by the next half moon, so bright
I was irrevocably over you
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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