What Died Should Have Stayed Dead

Reliving 
Happens with retrospect
As I recall one midnight in spring when 
You gave me a final kiss goodnight 
Aggressive lips on my sweat-clammed forehead
The distraught moon crying out to us, 
"I have loved through you for three years!" 
A pale blue curtain billowing into our bedroom window
Distraught at the prospect of not being allowed
To watch as w…