My eyes are fixated on the glow
of the moon tonight. The halo
of the night shines immaculately

here on this spot where you left
everything. I think about
how she illuminated everything

with only a few glory rays borrowed
from the sun, as if she, though late,

chiseled your name good on this
stone that marks the spot.
where we used to be. This spot

where you left everything
under earth—decayed,

like dead stars. I see the light
of the moon, full bloomed daisy so
immaculate. I left, believing

these stifled whispers.