We didn't
meet at the
right moment.
We make sense
though
you and me
me and you.
Things would
never
fit together
like we'd want
and I know that.
I need you
to think of me.
You are the
big dipper
and I can know you
every night
when I lay in my yard.
But for you I am
the harvest moon
and I can only be seen
if you do it with purpose.
I'd rather be the
warm breeze on your face
so you can
remember me
the way I was.