Moon at Half Past Noon

I watch you grieve a love now lost,
Each sigh a brushstroke, pain embossed.
Your laughter fades like evening light,
Drowned beneath the tides of night.

I ache to mend what he unmade,
To guard the heart he left betrayed.
Yet hands that long to hold you near
Can only catch your falling tears.

Do you feel it too—this trembling air,
Where glances linger, heavy, rare?
A breath held fast between us two,
The world reduced to almost you.

Your laughter hooks beneath my ribs,
A tide that pulls, resists, resists.
I map the pauses in your speech—
Are you as stranded out of reach?

If love were mine to redefine,
I’d write you verses, line by line—
Not with ink, but steadfast days,
Till joy returns, and sorrow strays.

But now I stand where shadows start,
A silent keeper of your heart,
Praying time will softly weave
New hope where his love chose to leave.