Calliope Left Me Alone with the Moon

You promised you would come.
Through the lonely night,
I waited in the dark
until the pale moon waned.

Having never waited,
a woman like you
could hardly know
how long a night can be.

The moon looks at me
like a careless stranger,
plunging life into sorrow.
Alone, I ponder ...

Time passes
in the sound of snow.
The sun still rises,
but a new day never comes.

March 2010 issue of Word Catalyst