Why can I see three moons
But not your face?
I struggle to breathe while
Your shadows pass me by.
I write our story in three words series.
The cave manger says they are too short
To chisel on the cave walls.
I remain unpublished.
Why can I see stars dancing
But not your body?
The witch doctor says I am dying!
Who isn’t?
I remain unrepentant.
Why can I see three moons
But not your face.
May 9, 2017
I like this poem. It’s different and could be interpreted in so many ways. Thanks for sharing.