Half Moon

Should I blame darkness
for forcing us to see
the loneliness of a half moon
instead of its full beauty?

How the other is brightest
while the other hides idly
lying on the same bed
with half-truths spoken coldly

They chose silence
over comfort and honesty
Buried hurts while hoping
for time to pass by quickly

Half regret, half ignorance
a full love done separately
both halves thinking

I wish he just told me
I wish she just told me