Forget the Moon

I do not see your face now,

it is not framed 

amid the blackness 

of my eyelids.

You do not linger 

as a scent 

on an old t-shirt, 

but you are here, 

still.

You color my world 

in your hue,

saturating it 

with longing and regret.

That's the thing about love: 

the sun can never 

forget the moon.