What are you than
A grain of salt
Lost in cosmos
What are you than
A rain of tears
Or grief
What are you than
A eternally conflicted
Person than a man

As the being that
Once lived died in you
And you a decoy of existence
As the grief went to your blood not soul
Leaving you black

We went down to the meadow
kissed underneath the hedgerow

and never had to go
to the cinema.

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

when i laugh i look at you
and maybe it’s wishful thinking
but sometimes i think
you do the same, too.