Full Moon

3:30 in the morning and i find myself looking at the moon and wishing it was full but knowing deep down that no matter how much it looks like it is it isn't. its odd the parallels one can find in life. looking up at that nearly complete sphere, just an infinitesimally small sliver missing, i couldn't help but think of myself and the little sliver that's missing from within me. we were together so long, and for the longest time it felt so right, but just like that moon it was missing something. some tiny little part that would make it whole, make it complete. make it perfect. but unlike that mystical orb in the sky that's got me so mesmerized tonight, that little sliver never came. so just like this glowing ball of reflected fire in the sky, we sank into the horizon, the moon falling behind the trees, signaling the end. for now. until a new day rises, a new night comes, and with it that perfect full moon, that perfect woman, that perfect moment. and when it comes i'll be there.