Forward the Tones of a Blackened Sky

Blemish the night, once pastel, now greying in the eclipse of the moons sphere.
Orbiting in space and a solemn place,
I can hear her laughter from the porch- a familiar warmth aroused into a harsh drift.
Decaying through the screen door; kept needle points of thirsty friends,
Accompanying the moon but so far away.

Like distance we swore we understood,
The air dense with haste and how we could not move.

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