Three Moons

A Poem

Half-Moon shines through window pane. Perfectly split as if an axe rammed through her heart. Double layers glass refracts one moon into three. I look and my mind wanders to you.

Backbreaking woman believe I will keep bending to fit you into my heart. No space for you.

Smoothtalking woman speak first and charm. Tell me my lines and correct me when I’m wrong. No longer works.

Fastmoving woman slide right through walls, slip under skin like I have none. No more give.

Let go.