THE NIGHT SIDE OF EARTH
I watched the last spec of sun being swallowed by the earth once more, birthing a new night. About the hundredth since we’ve meet. A Hedge-Sparrow in the distance flies to where the sun disappeared, gone searching for it. I understand why.
My moonlit chest reflects the crater your carefree, full and decided breeze came to show, sweeping the settled surface dust somewhere unknown. A hidden hole, the scar of a long forgotten collision under the pulverised remains that once covered it, now laid bare, revealing the absence of a small, but crucial, dented-wheel in the clockwork of me. I don’t know if you noticed. Maybe.