Where Has it Gone?

 

I’ve been staring up at the moon

wondering why it has gone so soon.

Yet to know, that life is moving on

even though it is long and gone.

 

Seen a lot of places, faces

working on making some graces.

While living in fear and doubt

digging to try and get out.

Trying to comprehend

how soon is the end.

Looking at my memories

thinking about my thoughts

how could I have

wasted so many shots?

 

I’ve come a long, bumpy way

to even come to where I am today.

Shed a few crystal tears

while going through the years.

Patched up my heart

but I’ve still kept every part.

Been given a few angels

seen a few demons

but even throughout it,

         The moon is still beamin’.

 

When I leave, will they forget

all of what we don’t regret?

Will they forget the shine we shone

and how we were all our own?

Will they only remember the change

and how it became very strange?

Or will they forget everything

that we have ever gone through

because I won’t be there tomorrow

because, I too, will say adieu.

 

 

The moon will be here tomorrow

 and always will be the one to glow.

    It has never changed, but yet,

No one can ever forget.  

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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