There was always something
about the way the moon would
illuminate the roads before us
when our minds couldn't rest
that always gave me more comfort
than the blankets on my bed

Hours, days and weeks
my car was found on the south
of the island searching for where
you lost the sparkle in your eye
when you would talk about the
sunset, and how you would
make the sun your infinite lover
and how I should meet them in the
morning with you one day
and the moon was a frequent lover
that you studied his every move

you used to say how "everything
will fall into place,"
and maybe that's what I need to hear
tonight
but for now, I'll just look up
and hope that you're going to make
it through just one more night
because you told me not to
look for you.