Between a window,

Black and silver vinyl,

The crescent 

Is barely noticeable.

Dark shadow and light

Lazily drifting, but not quite

Tenderly coming together,

Then apart.

I wanted to see a spectacle.

I craned my neck and stayed

To watch two lovers hold

Hands then separate 

In mere minutes. No 

Spectacle, just a melancholy

Goodbye.

The eclipse felt 

Like an eternity,

A moment prolonged

Through wet emotions

And dry touch.

When the sun and the moon

Flew across the sky, they knew

That their next meeting would be

Brief, but familiar.

Separated by time,

Separated by space,

They knew they would not

Embrace for years.

The flight across the country

Was so short in comparison.

One day changing

An entire lifetime,

A lifestyle lost 

Through the heavens.

When I flew 

Across the sky, I didn’t know 

If I would ever return

To my home.

Separated by time,

Separated by space,

I believed I would never feel

Familiar again.

Standing on the edge

Of a blade of grass,

The same vinyl pinched

Between my hands, I saw

Those two lovers entwine 

Together again. I forgot 

To remove the protective

Plastic around the solar viewers.

It shone like tears,

Muddying the reunion that looked

So familiar, until

It was too late to take

That moment back.