forlornly, the moon

i keep standing at the edge of reality

watching the moon pull in the tides

waves crashing against the shore

of an abandoned beach

balancing on the brink of losing myself

it's a cold night,

the wind carries away my tears

adding salt to the ocean

my toes hang off the edge

a breath lingers on my lips

the moon gazes down forlornly

as my glazed eyes wander the sky

fingers reaching tentatively toward something that isn't there

in the empty night air

a shell of a girl

who lost her soul

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