The waxing of the crescent moon…reminds me of a cowboy wearing a black "ten gallon" hat.

He came out of the darkness
His face hidden
Underneath his “ten gallon” hat
A stoic desperado
Who stays the night
And vanishes by morning
Always leaving
Forever fleeting
“Please stay,” I plead
Kissing him on the chin
“Don’t go…
“Stay with me always
“Don’t break my heart…”
He was gone by daylight…
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