Thirteen moons have come and gone,
since we said goodbye at dawn,
our love was strong, or so we thought.
but it wasn't enough, or so we were taught.

The scent of your perfume lingers on,
a painful reminder that you're gone,
I try to forget but memories persist.
reminding me of what I've missed.

Thirteen is the number of change and transition,
and that's what we have had with every decision,
in the depth of sorrows where darkness lies,
irrevocable feelings, a heavy disguise.

In the rainbow of life, our threads now apart,
no future for us but, love leaves it's mark,
as the goodbye, may fondness remain.
no future us but, hearts free from pain.

© wolf