“Blue moon, I saw you standing alone.” —old song
They grew apart
For they were as together as they could be.
She couldn’t feel.
He couldn’t see.
They grew apart
As only lovers can,
As only a woman and a man
Who love deeply, can.
They grew apart,
Making themselves beautiful—beauty, their revenge.
Beautiful face, hard heart,
Hard heart until the end.
When they loved, they were brave.
Now they do not love. And they save what they can save.
