I thought this was a really wonderful poem from Amit Rahman. See for yourself!
I wonder why the waning moon tonight
bleeds like me, adorning the misty sky,
with a mild crimson shade,
the way my thoughts of late
have been painted crimson by a bleeding heart!
Perhaps because the day was overcast
and the sun was unseen or like my past
the volume of dust in the air
is too much for the light to clear,
so the scarlet bits alone are visible!
Or perhaps the wound is even deeper
than I have imagined and more severe
than her mere absence for a day or two;
perhaps it’s because nothing remains true
except the incomprehensible eternity
and for a short while our unyielding vanity!