letters to the blood moon

I was sending you letters

And never resting until I could see you

In the Delirium

I never got to ask you why you were

Standing in suburban rain

Before you snuck out of frame,

Abashed and enigmatic

With your withering escape

You never wrote back

Not a single word to sustain

The rosy lip stains

On five-dollar greeting cards

I had sealed with your address

And as things evolved, our hushed home

Was never built to withstand my weight

But you came home

With that postcard from the moon

Last night, I threw the remnants on the concrete

In my mother’s backyard

And my affliction set fire to those

Goddamn phone lines

And paranoid weekend nights

To the silent witness of your friends

How could a man choose betrayal and deceit

At the pretty cost of faith and affinity?

Like you’d never find it in me?

I think I found you

On the wrong side of your revolution

Because when you came back around,

You had to watch my spine snap straight

As the morning light led me away

In a resounding whisper.

I hope you feel the tremors in your orbit

From the magnitude

Of my revival.

- M. Rose