Reminiscence

I remember the poem I wrote
For you
And then sent it all the way
It was a silly one
A simple thing
Yet so full of love
You had loved it
Waking up to it
Reading it first in the morn
You had absolutely adored it
Never did I know
That in the days to come
I would be writing
Verse after verse
Looking for the trail
that disappeared
Into a dark cave
At midnight
In the blue moon.