like the moon

Who dares return to a place
they once tore to pieces?
Did they miss the feeling
of being needed
of being worshipped
of being the center of everyone’s
universe?

Seconds tick
and although they keep saying
they are not the moon,
they sure shine and smile and whisper
like him.

~~~

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved

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