when i was 8 years old
i thought the moon was a magnet of some form
this seems pretty silly , i know
but come on , i was 8 years old.

i stared at the moon each night we drove home from my mother’s best friend’s house
i knew it was with me wherever I went.
a magnet? Sure.
to me , we were attached.
opposites Attract.
a bright surface meets a dark soul.
i see the moon
and the moon sees me.

when i grew older ,
i realized that the moon
was not in fact magnetically attracted to my mother’s Toyota Corolla.
this disappointed me so much that I did not think about my magnetic theory for years.

when i grow older ,
i fall in love with you.
when I grow older ,
i fall in love with you.
the moon. you.
i knew you were with me wherever i went.
because to me , we were attached.
opposites attract.
a bright surface meets a dark soul.

i see the girl
and the girl sees me.
my theories are back.

you followed me wherever i went , you’ll follow me wherever i go.
your glow.
the most beautiful lady i’ve seen to date.
as in calendar date , unfortunately , we were never together.

i like to think i’ve  forgotten this ‘silly’ theory.
but in some ways ,  it still makes sense to me.

i haven’t seen you in month’s ,
but i’ve seen the moon.
and so have you.
and we are attached.
and that just has to be enough.
i have to believe that’s enough.