Poesia (31.4)

Once in a blue moon
My heart is broken.

Not in many pieces as before
But it does break.
Not in an unmendable way
But it does break.
Not in a fair manner
But it does break.

Once in a blue moon
Loneliness strikes.

Not in an irreversible way,
But it comes.
Not permanent
But I feel its presence.
Not for good
But it is bad.

Once in a blue moon
I sleep with the sound of my fan
Drying my inner tears.

I do not cry in moments like this,
I haven't in a while,
Because once in a blue moon
I feel blue myself.

I live on a planet where the moon is blue