Moon Love

For My Wife, Chelsea


Are you thinking of me? I know you say you do. But is it true? You’re miles away in a place I know nothing about. Making new memories without me, while I stay here in my worry and doubt.

You’re probably—no…you’re absolutely wearing something beautiful: black dress that falls just above your knees; red lipstick that says, “kiss me, please.” I just hope your lips are calling for me.

And of course, guys will stare, and undress you with their lustful eyes like I would if I was there. But I’m not, and I wonder if you care.

For now, I’ll just sit here, near our apartment door, waiting for you to walk through it. I know it won’t be soon, but I have my phone on my lap ’cause you might call in a bit.

Until then, I’ll gaze out the window and up at the moon.

For the moon can bring lovers together; I know it to be true. But it takes more than one—there has to be two. So please, think of me, while I think of you. Because I love you all the way there, and I know you love me, too.

24 thoughts on “Moon Love

  1. Really good work Reggie! I felt as if I was reading a high end Valentines Card in a Manhattan Romantic store near Broadway and Spring Street! Great work!

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      1. The self-doubt. I could say many things on that to elaborate. But none would convey exactly what I mean. So I will just say that it felt to me as though you were honouring women and feminine empowerment.

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      2. That is so great to hear! Thank you so much for taking time to tell me that. It really helps me develop as a writer. I like to know what others think. I’m really glad you liked it!

        I hope to hear from you again.

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      1. It definitely is a great thing. I’ve always kept my love for reading and writing private, and she’s pushed me to pursue it. (that’s where my blog name comes from).

        Thanks for reading all these posts, Melany. I will look out for more of your work.

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      1. Well, I can never say what it may mean for others. But when I wrote it, it was about me overcoming my own anxious thoughts: thoughts that were unfair to anyone involved. And getting past those thoughts so that I can see the true beauty that lie past them.


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