Over The Moon
That glow of yours
once enchanting and somewhat haunting
has become a daunting annoyance
that I can no longer find endearing.
I regrettably recall the nights
spent excitedly peering;
hoping for a hint of your presence...
...your essence itself more than enough
to ride under
or fly over
but I'm over you now
and it's overdue now that I've had time.
Time granted by your absence at that.
Your inconsistencies a matter of fact
that truth won't hide or deny.
I defy you
to find any extent of time
where your contribution to our path
was not in question to some degree.
Comforting the idea.
Impossible the concept.
Selfish the mere principle
of not being somewhat cynical
amid your cyclical patterns.
What side is derived
is almost exclusively
at the mercy of the calendar.
Patterned a portion of excuses
and called them phases
like your behavior is only gleaned
from whichever side the light leans upon.
Scenes I've pondered
in your wake
and your stead
have yet to fade in my head
and that I'm truly fed up with
because I know you've picked your spots
and cast yourself among places
where faces can see
and maybe even wonder
but never really know.
A fond distraction, that glow
but I've come to believe
that your ambition is to deceive.
There's a bit of reprieve in that realization
but not nearly enough relief
in the confirmation
that your light isn't enough for me
and this might be too much for you
so in my sight,
we've reached our height.
Stay with the clouds.
I'm over you.
Devin Joseph Metz
11.28.22
