...

half the moon and a bit more
for you
and all your favourite colours too, for you
i carry, as i walk beyond myself

your fists are clenched -
in refusal
i pry them open, finger by finger
ten moments of lifetime memories!
i touch them
as if i touch my life again

i slid the half and more moon on your finger
it fits like the perfect ring
i put down your favourite colours by your bedside
they look like the perfect dream

then
i walk beyond myself, and away from you