Mrs. D

Darling, do you recall when the moon was so close,
it was as if we could drive there?
It wooed us with its powers that made us feel our love would never die there.
She gazed back at him with swirls in her eyes.
He had memorized every little stitch to their history,
but the caverns in her mind left her with an airy mystery,
so he continued to recite their love.
The fog hugged the hill where our bodies soaked in the dew.
The trip was never made; it was only I that came back.
Soon your brain started to cleave before we ever knew it was under attack.
And in one look, and one instance, the weight of your eyes
shifted in a way that left my stomach twisted.
I have found a way to bring you back.