WHERE IS THE MOON?

Where did you leave it?

There is this,
darkness
and
cold, empty space
where you kept it.

There
where I always found you.

I held your breath in a platinum locket
with my heart
and grains of sand
from the beach
where we made love.

Now, the tide remains
constantly inconstant;
I can not hear other voices
over its roar
as it spills surf,
pounding the shore.

I am no more
and only you
know
what you've done with the moon.