La Lune

Oh la lune,

ever present when I need you most

even in your partial glow, you stay

my heart: unrecognizable, puddled, cold

tonight, he placed it back in my hands and left

still, in your partial glow, you stay

your shadow cast on the wood floor–a blanket of dark comfort

I lay staring at the window between us,

the only other friend who knows the sounds of my heartache,

your light brushes my hand

a reminder of your constant presence

for even in your partial glow, you stay

in your stillness, your silence

an unwavering light in every phase

a lingering guide of warmth in the darkest of nights,

you stay.