Loneliness / Reflection
Was it for the moon
that I dressed up,
combed out my hair?
Tonight, he is dancing
with the lake
instead.
By the window,
swaying gently,
I put on the blues.
Close my eyes, feel
the absence of hands
on my hips.
As is often the case, I couldn’t decide on a title. For now, I’ve just gone ahead and used both of them. Why not?
