. . .

Round midnight
after the laughter dies down
and the gatherings have dispersed
moonlight finds me
and all my vulnerabilities

exposed…

Thoughts begin toying with my
mind, body, and soul
undoing the reserve I thought
I’d grown

Undressing the lies of me
one fragile garment
at a time

And it becomes apparent
however painful
it be
that I am
no more over you
than I am
over thoughts of you and I

And who knew
a full moon
could provide enough light
to sprout crops of uncertainty
from seeds of determination to leave

I was
just gathering the courage to
venture outside of us
in search of
more stable foundations
and things

Now it’s
got me questioning
everything I’d deemed necessary

You and me were never a
necessity –
that is
until the lonely(s)
settled in

Until the clock decided
to place both hands in the air
and keep them there

(surrendering)

unleashing these
not so distant
memories
within the inner me

Got my fingers ready to
retrace familiar paths
on this
phone pad
dial his number and tell him
how impulsive I’ve been

That I can’t see future
without him
(now, I doubt that,

but…)

It’s midnight –

perfect time to let
the devil in

. . .