The Man, the Moon and the Flower

it was not enough
he was not enough
her world was not for him, yet
he lived the world without indulgence

for long he wished for the crux event,
and when it came, he escalated to near nova
but his moon denied him
and it shined, mocking his vain attempt

he yearned for the wild flower
pitied by the ivy and the poison oak
as he fetched pollen for his unrequited love
her thorns the agony of unspoken rejection

a declaration, a denial and then pity
their sympathy only heightened his pain
as he longed for floods to purge his fractured heart
he grabbed at straws, while jealousy consumed him

her world was not for him, yet
he grabbed at his pillow, praying for the genie of wishes
but there was no sting on his shoulder
and he knew not why that mattered

he bore his pain for six moons,
till it ceased to shine
he forgot her name, and she ceased to exist
only a shadow, crumbs of memory

if only he had known
with a brief flare of forgotten consumption
he left a mark on the fair moon, who though sought other stars,
was destined to shine with him once more