Cinderella’s Curfew

By Dani Cojocari

 

I used to love the moon

before it turned into a spotlight

to showcase my loneliness

every night after you’re gone. 

The painted stars are my wish for time

to stop

if only for a moment.

I wait for one to fall.

We stand alone in the dark

shadows cast along the expanse

of glittering snow.

Our chests pressed

arms encircled.

Even when midnight has passed,

we cannot seem to part.

Never let me go.

My love, I should not dread the night,

but I hate seeing you go

and having to find comfort in loneliness

until the sun rises.