Solitude with a View
Did you notice the concern
flashing in my eyes?
I’ve no dark glasses, no camouflage.
Early morning tears always
raise myriad whys,
disallowing a flippant c'est dommage.
Last night as we lie to slumber,
side by side,
you asked for my tokens to the moon.
If my satchel weren’t empty
I’d have complied,
you’d have left me alone and marooned.
Ask for unquestioned love to
trip out on, my dear,
an ample supply do I hold, just for you.
Trust me; the solitude of the moon
would elicit a tear,
lack of a return token you’d wistfully rue.
with Gracie (Gracie_b)
“token/s to the moon”
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