ARTificial: Silver Silence Wide

Whispering beneath the starlight I meet with the moon's twin, every night He speaks of things he'd rather forget Says I’m still clinging to a silhouette He mocks your shadow on the floor Tells me to let go, to close that door But what does he know of our kind of ache? The love we fought for, the love we waste. “Is love supposed to bend and break?” I ask, as my words start to shake And the moon, his silver silence wide, Whispers back, “I watch it die, night after night.”

MATHESON 9-26-24