Ode to the Gibbous Moon

I know we are meant to be.

When you’re above,

The plants sprout flower buds below.

Your keyword is perfection.

Now, I don’t know much about astrology but I do know imperfection

I do know reverence

I do know falling short

I felt your pull on July 24th, O beautiful moon.

And now I know we aren’t meant to be apart

I’ll tattoo your message on my heart and always look for you among the stars.

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