your bones fit into the holes
of mine , and maybe it hasn't always
been that way, but we've collided enough
times that i have invented craters just
for you, so, please,
don't leave them empty

I like to think I have a little moon
behind my lips, that you
could reach in & pluck

and in your eyes, reflecting
the rare bits of light that slip through
the blankets we cover the windows
with

I never know whether to look away
or to let them fade  
in slow-     motion

I'm like the moon
Bruised and scarred
Revolving around someone
Who has their eye on someone brighter
Than I could ever hope to be

Was it last night
that your phantom hand
grazed my face?
I can't escape the memories
Of you.