I am pulled out of the party
by my own self-preservation

         half-sober mess
         wanting a little bit of space
         in this travelers' town

I wander the moonlit path of this unfamiliar place
barely lit sidewalk bleeding into waterway
aqueous reflection of a familiar face
pulling me in like the tides

I see the Moon

Tonight, She is half-full of Herself
Forever living in phases

         As I do

There are so many versions of me
I have not allowed myself to become
         for fear of showing off too much
                  or not enough

What is so glorious about giving up all of yourself anyway?

I look at the Moon
         My only comfort here
                  She has known me my entire life.