Tepid at Midnight
How lonely the moon
Hangs tepid in the midnight,
Eons from her sun.
She never asked me
To write a song about her,
But how could I not?
Do you miss the rain?
Your dry, empty, dust-filled coughs
Make me pray for more.
You’d kiss anyone?
Well Krista, then I dare you
To prove it to me.
Wake before the sun
And watch it rise, glist’ning off
The sweet morning dew.
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