grey moon (a poem)
there was this moment
when i felt the end
of my love
it wasn’t a big thing
more like a quiet pop
as i imagined your leaving
and my relief
the weather had turned colder
the beds were unmade
and warm from snuggling
something in the coffee
tasted bitter
sent a shiver to my deepest heart
i will pause here
reconsider
be quiet
observe
listen to the words
and less to my cooling mood
knowing i don’t always
make the right decision
when it comes to the heart
or leaving
or staying
or letting go
11-22-21
