Friday, December 4, 2009

When the Moon is Full

Listening to Billie Holiday wishing on her own, I wished on the blood red moon hanging in that September sky.

I wished for your health, for your recovery, for the continuation of a life barely lived. I wished I could sacrifice something of me, something of my own life for you.

Looking out at the moon as it glows on this cloudless night, there is only you in my heart and my head. And these small, inadequate and incompetent words. Words that can not possibly tell how much we miss you, how much we miss our gorgeous musical boy, especially when the moon is full.

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