When the activity of the day finally stops,
I stand still in a clear, starry night looking up to the
moon.
I remember that you can see it too.
Maybe not at this same hour,
Maybe you forget that it is even there.
When it is New it can easily be forgotten.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Perhaps only when it is Full do you remember.
Reflecting on the abundance of moonlight.
There are moments of Waxing.
Times that you happen to look up and remember.
Mostly the memories are Waning,
With the passage of time.
So Good-bye.
I am merely becoming New.
When I return we will again be Full.
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