the moon has captured me
by the ankles, is
crawling through me
and I must burst
into new surfaces
this morning my hands
awoke, and for the first
time in years, ached
to find something other
than air beside them
but even without
the solid press of
your arm on mine, I
have found wonder in this
upended cup of stars
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
If sadness can be sweet, then this poem conveys such an emotion…like remembering the course of tears across one’s face.
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I agree, many emotions running through your lines and then what a beautiful ending…
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