Wish I was the moon….(TONIGHT)

You take the first drink forgetting what it is to bring the ugly front and center.
Caught in the clutches, you might try to summarize, to tell a lover what it is that can’t be touched; but it is useless, and you know this, no matter how much else you might forget…
And the ellipsis doesn’t do for you these days what it once did. The trailing off is a failure you don’t want to confront, just like your luck, or your own dumb blindness to it…

whatever the process, you are lost,

and the losing’s never been so sore.

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