Memories Breathe, Again Poem by Ben Partenay

it was a thought, the way that
the moon is a star to a child
who sees the night for the first
time, it was a line drawn by

stone between two people who
hated both stones and lines, it
could not be more than what
it was but it was everything in
the way that a breath is.

had you seen the way it happened
how it became what it was you
would have thought it ugly
and barren of any life, it

would have not held that against
you, it was a catspaw moon that
reminded me of how to love and let
go and still I thought of you.