the rare possibility of loving an impossible love

the crescent moon creeps 

crawling on the dusk 

holding darkness 

in hopes it will not fall 


the sun shivers

aching for companionship


my youth fades

and my heart is continuing 

to seep into souls 


i’m afraid, 

like the crescent moon

knowing it will 

never entirely 

be able to hold 


the sun.

– j.ds


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