(or am I the moon?)
Feels like a good one to publish on the occasion of a new moon before Valentines Day coinciding with Lunar New Year.
Loving you
feels out of place
the way the moon,
a sliver in the sky
in the light of day,
looks lost.
But really
it’s just you
not accepting
what is.
A gravitational pull
that would take
world ending events
to knock out of orbit.
So we spin
together
in the great expanse.
You tethered to me
just beyond reach.
It’s easy to notice you
in your fullness.
In the quiet of the night.
But it’s the sly smiles
in the brightly lit sky
that stop me
in my tracks.
In a day of “shoulds”
to notice you.