Compulsion

I’m prompt-free today, but…

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I had to write.

I had to write a moon;
had to write a moon poem;
had to write a poem about the moon
because
I’m full of moon tonight
and tonight the moon is full
and I’m out here, standing, alone,
staring up at the fullest moon
and it’s cold as hell and
I’m well below zero
frozen solid
because
you’re not here
beside me
tonight

Tonight there’s a moon
but I’m full of empty
without you