The Full Moon Shows

The full moon shows an empty room,
Burdened by absence.
Memories, like braided yeast
Shimmering from wall to wall,
Perpetuating their scummy slime trail.



(note from the author: I wrote this poem to replace one that was removed by it's origional author. The origional poem had the phrase: "Patiently awaiting in orbit" it it.)

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