when it’s late at night
and all have slipped away
to dream their little dreams,
I walk to my window
and bask
in the silvery glow
of the moon
and I whisper,
to my heart of hearts,
a quiet prayer;

“May I never wake
and see the sun
knowing I lost the moon
while counting the stars.”

For too often,
we find ourselves
looking for
Mister or Missus
Right Now,
instead of Mister or Missus
And I will be damned
before I let myself be distracted
by those who truly
have no love for me.


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