I remember your name, but have forgotten
who you are, and if I ever loved you
as if the faithful moon forgot to rise,
or I recalled it vaguely, from another time
but could not place it: I’d ask, Whatever
happened to that funny old moon?
It has been gone so long, I can’t picture
its face at all… But this is your face,
your voice that has faded from memory,
not the sliver of moon dwindling into blue.
A belated response to Magaly's Weekend Challenge: Strange News.