the moon is closer to the earth
than it has been in seventeen years

your face is closer to mine
than it has been in undying sleepless nights

and as i pretend i never burned every expanse of that skin and those crinkly willow eyes and the way your mouth moves when you tell a lie
to my insomnia infected memory

i wonder
if you recall how my face looked when we met
how my hand touched your cheek when i told you i'd never love another more
the way i tried to absorb all the sadness from your veins

i wonder
if you recall me at all.

the sublime light of the moon is consolation enough
for now.