As the orange moon peeked its round head over the horizon,
he let an angry tear roll down his leathery face.
He would never again caress her round, brown cheeks,
or dance beside her under the dawn of the 3 a.m. sky.
His heavy head swam in puddles of guilt.
The bright orange sphere reared its bulging head
to sneer in protest over the swelling horizon.
He would miss the way sunsets made him feel one with her.
As he walked down the barren path
towards the flaming yellow ball one last time,
he remembered her last words: "I forgive you."
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