Lunar Memory

Subtle winds. Cold and piercing like needles. A quiet night, an empty silence. Feeding from thoughts of abstraction. The moon— Once visible without exception, Now fades to an afterthought. Distractions draw the eye away. The glow weakens, Growing duller as time passes. Hoping to glow brightly again, Watchful, Patient, Craving your gaze. Forgiveness may come— But the moon still remembers your abstractions.