Has the moon lost her memory?

I hear the crickets singing
the humming fan on high
the occasional buzz of
a motor passing by
but I can't hear the soft snore
you sleeping at my side
or the rustle of my sheets
as you dream away night

Echoes of your radiance
leave marks upon the dark
it incinerates your glance
of shame at morning's light
I forget your cowardice
or how you made me cry
when I broke into pieces
the feel of you inside

I thought you really saw me
You only saw through me