This isn't who I am

I wonder where you are as I watch the moon rise,
Sitting beneath its glow and the yellow stars it cries,
This time last year, as I waited for replies,
I felt the lunar pull from your dark, night eyes.

I've traveled neither distance nor mind,
Telling myself I'd been waiting for a sign,
But the paths diverged and I'm still left behind,
Forever searching but not knowing what I hope to find.

I stand, hands in pockets, waiting for my ride,
But the train is long gone and no more will arrive,
I don't walk, run, hitch or even try,
I simply wait, saying "It will be here. In time."

Moving on is a virtue for me that never came,
Letting go of something that meant so much seemed insane,
With time came knowledge, and with knowledge, pain,
The moon rises without you and nothing can ever stay the same.

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I haven't been around in a while. I've been in a coma as far as blogs were concerned. I've been reading a lot in place of writing. So, to the few people that may look at this, I hope to be making a return in full force. But you know how plans go. It's okay to comment on this and earlier writings. I'd like to hear what people think because I'm a harsh critic of myself. These aren't always what I'd consider finished, polished works. They are, more often than not, words that come off the top of my head. So, tell me what you like and what you don't. Or just say 'hey, you never post in here anymore' so I know someone's still reading.

dm