Bare face, full moon, we danced in irony.
With swollen eyes, anticipating dawn,
We jumped to the abyss for clarity.
Succumbing, you were fighting and withdrawn.
Swirling and twisting aimlessly, I fell.
Flaming broken bones, soaring hastily.
Your eyes pierced through me, a poisonous spell.
Damp cheeks, bitter tongue – growing vacancy.
Come hither, frightening solace of dusk,
Darkness echoed your face in paragraphs.
Part these lips with punctuations and brusque,
Poignant blank verse, depicting parallax.
Second crescent came, it was disaster.
You vanished in thin air, my sought after.
Last time I wrote a sonnet was in high school. My skills are getting rusty. But this is for you, my lost lover my most sought after. You will not be forgotten, you are now living within these lines. You will stay with me, even just in memory.