I wish I could tell you this
that there is a thing close to happiness
between the "best day(s) ever!"
and the tedious endeavors
All I can do is continue this waltz
through a perplexed world
with you as a moon watching
an uncertain, fumbling girl
If your spherical eye could just
formulate a body round itself
similar to mine that's of dust
we might move our feet in time
Instead, your gaze on me shines
silhouettes creep over your eye
I can't smile too much, or you
crumble to the ground, too
disembodied, bloodied
until the wind sweeps you with gust
after gust
If only you knew we were both
but dust.