beautifully crafted and leaves me searching for her face inside these lines, finding she's there for just three or four and then she's gone on her path. Not sure it was your intention but that's what I felt. Moving words. By coincidence or fate, a red large moon showing itself here this evening as my daughter and I wait for a bus. So I read your poem to her, she pulled her face saying boring but later conceded 'at least it's a real poem'😉. Don't take it personally, she's hard to please