Empty Heart, An Empty Bed

Just between us two….

I envy the moon….

But yet, I adore it.

As a young woman, I knew that there were no such things as saints where I come from….

I regretted my life at the age of four,

Broken my heart at the of five

and tried to take my sorrows into the remission of souls at the age of twenty….

Now I howl at the moon

and I sleep in my bed

Alone….

How can I help myself, when all I wanted to do was sleep with the night and make love to the moon…..

Alone….

For you know I can’t help but love poetry and fall in love in an endless affair with the night….