New Moon

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Every new moon.

At least this one. 

The ones I can recall.

I find myself back here.

On my purple-lined page.

My heart spilling onto it.

My memories suffocate my reality.

So I can't help but reminisce.

This hour is October '22.

Tomorrow, I'll be back in June.

Is it so bad to live in the past?

When our present reflects it,

And our future makes us remember this moment.

I've found that I created my personal bind in my mind.

I tend to only remember the things that made me feel alive.

I wish to forget many past moons,

And remember the ones I don't.

So I'm stuck in October '22 at 2AM in June.

Thinking of me, you, us, and I'm playing my October tune.

And I'm happy, although it's no longer a perfect new moon.


-Verdure

October '22 tune: Paul Simon- René and Georgette Magritte with Their Dog After the War

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