Lonely no more.

I cultivate crescent moons
adding slivers of memory
to crave, a glowing halo.

Misty eyes are blinded
defying the haze.
Frozen droplets
fill the crease of years.
The mirror reflects
the other side of moon
dark, cold, unknown.
You will see me there
when the earth turns
if... only if... you are
on the other side of the moon.