With each passing 
night the moon
recently full recedes
but unlike the 
tide no one 
notices until at
last it’s gone 
just like I
suppose everything else 
Once there always
there people think
but the moon
always knows differently 
for the moon
once here will
once be not 
a heavenly lesson 

Hope crawls
it tickles 
never taunts 
always teases
it giggles 
seldom cries 
often laughs 
frequently warms
and never 
fails to 
kiss goodbye 
when leaving 
knowing it’ll
be back 
when needed

The darkness of mood
like a woolen blanket 
has at last lifted 
and the possibility of 
love has begun to 
finally show the sun
of hope slowly warms 
the ice that has 
surrounded the edge of 
the pond I am 
Crawling out of the 
bed of my despair 
and onto the floor 
of my bitter loneliness 
I at last throw 
open the curtains of 
my withering wilting heart 
and feel the heat 
touch my sleepy soul 
calling welcome to spring 

Sometimes I think 
while sitting here 
and taking stock 
of a marvelous 
life that I 
have enjoyed far
more than most 
and I should 
be satisfied yet 

I long and
ache for had
for once had 
now missed and 
missing is worse
than not having 
for missing causes
an emptiness once 
filled by something 

Often wondering if 
a hole knows
that it’s empty 
before it’s filled 
or if perhaps 
an empty hole 
is happier then 
when absent anything