Did we mean anything to each other
the day before Earth swallowed Sun?
And did you say my name, either to curse
or pray, before Virgo Moon burned black?
Easier to forget if your hand reached out for mine
or had already let me go, now we have hidden
ourselves under these stranger, colder ashes.
A poem for the Virgo New Moon, 30 August 2019, and
Micro Poetry ~ Fill the Empty Parts