I wrote this awhile ago and stumbled across it today. It really captures where I was at the time…lonely, yearning, and a bit brokenhearted. 

The moon glowed red tonight. The only thing missing was the familiar beat that reminds her she is alive. 

Torn and buried emotions defiantly beat deep below the surface. 

An attempt to hide. No…an attempt to deny her true feelings for the sake of a tattered soul. 

She is reminded of you, yet she will not yearn. 

The burial beneath the shadow is her only reprieve. 

Looming is the resurrection of the light, readying to expose her once again.