competing with moonlight 

the pair of eyes you thought
you recognized, they once held
your dreams
(or your dreams
once cradled them)

the soul that was a deep well
was where you used to bathe

the last time you saw her
she was clutching a shadow
now thinning and fading

miserably pale in comparison
with the radiant full moon

~~~

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