Space

I nestle into the curve of the crescent. You have left me here on a slice of moon. I break in the craters, I cry in the dark. How do I catch these silver drops? My illumination stolen forever. You have walked away into the star trails because you. don't. want. me. anymore. Two years of giving; I remember the nectar between your lips, a blue basket sky, neon dreams. The words that fell between us like sunshine, the warmth that held us through the storm. But then you launch me into space, (it's what you want, you tell me). So curved in the shadows, I fracture, I fall, I wait for the eclipse.