Spell Sorrow

you give him the image of the moon as it shines
now without the stars as you gaze upon the sky alone

(you skip the two 'r's intentionally
and you throw away
the 's')

the two 'o's of the moon are there as usual

you keep what was doubled when you simply stand there without any word.

it is you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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