I’ve Told The Moon

I still smelled 
Of him
Wove a nest
To the brim
Glazed my spirit
Empty bed
Memories 
Revive the dead
I told Mars, I told Venus 
And now, I’ve  told  the moon
In the presence 
Of his absence
Spilling milk 
One eve of June
External silence
Traffic thoughts
Tangled up 
Twisted knots
I remember
He’s forgot?

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