"Who left those holes in you?"
She simply asked the moon
As if the answer wasn't clear
As if he weren't sitting there
On the other side of her earth.

"Did you have good intentions?"
He asked, as if she could do him
Any reasonable harm. As if she could
Slip into his heart unnoticed.
As if she appeared there at all.
The gall of his question.

"Did i mean something to you?"
She replied. Tears filling her eyes
She already knew the answer.
But it no longer mattered.
She always paled in comparison.