Regrets

If just tonight the city clouds would part
To let one silver moonbeam trickle in,
Caress my pillow, soothe my weary heart,
Tonight I’d dream of sweeter things than him.

I remember clearer nights, so long ago.
I close my eyes and feel the starlit breeze.
In dreams, harsh time will pause its ceaseless flow:
I’m happy there. I can forget that he’s

No longer here. The city’s snoring up
A storm whose orange glaring shrouds the skies,
Sequestering the broken plate and cup
Of shattered moon and gray, obscuring lies.

I lost him long ago, but in my dreams
His moon remains. The sky’s not what it seems.