TRAGIC Poem: LOOK FOR ME IN THE MOON, by Andrea Cope

At the beginning of the end, the sky was filled with clouds
Fluffy, floaty wisps of uncertainty

Blocking the rejuvenating sun

Withholding the mysterious moon

Each night he turned his eyes to the window
The dark sky framed like a painting you can see but not touch

Searching for his destination

After I’m gone, he’d say, look for me when the moon is bright
I’ll be there, looking back at you

Sending a kiss on the breeze

A hug in the wind

All that remained was to find his way

He dreamed of an opening in the sky
A navigational epiphany

The road revealed

But the furthest he could travel
Was from this room to that room
Stopping to lean against the doorframe

Longing for a door that said
EXIT