The Waning Moon Sits Above Me Waving Goodbye,
The Sky A Deep Blue, Painfully Navy,
Three Stars Form An Equilateral Trinagle,
The Only Ones Left In This Dawn,
The Left Side Of My Torso Whines With Hurt,
Tender From The Ache In My Heart,
The Ventricles Pumping Blood Through My Veins,
Though I Do Not Feel Alive,
My Hair Spins In The Vortex Of 16 Mph Wind,
Winding Around My Body--Kissing My Bruises,
My Chapped Lips Turn Soft,
As The Dimmed Light Of The Stars,
My Ears Deceive Me As I Hear Three Simple Words,
Blended Into The Winding Wind,*
I Love You