The moon sits fatly
in a hundred puddles
in potholed roads and broken hearts.
The city feels old tonight,
It doesn't seem much will go right.
The seams of this moonful night
sit taut against the rest of our lives.
The sky is low above our heads
grey in a melancholy way.
Your soul sits quietly in a corner
further away from either me
or you
than I have seen it before.
Where are you?
You run through streets
dark and winding
evading me and
grinding
the sidewalk with
calloused feet,
through murky infinite streets.
Break this porcelain evening apart
all it will take is a nudge
or a look,
the wrong kind of words
or the right kind of book.
Don't be afraid,
touch it, the moon
tonight it is yours alone.
See through me
into your own infinity
I never wanted to bind you,
I never thought I could blind you,
All I wanted was to quietly
walk behind you.
Someday when you reach
the end of yourself
and begin the arduous journey
back home
know that I will be at your bedside
with your head in my lap
and your eyelids
(with the universe, or a single moonlit night
encased behind your dark, thick lashes)
will droop
and I will catch your consciousness
in my loving arms
I will never let down your expansive soul
if ever you let it fall
unto me.
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