winter up the moonlight
you ask, a little less close?
yes, when you are ready
we will take up the train
until then we wait
hauntingly with ghosts
on our shoulders until
we feel certain.

when the next day cracks
bright and you see
that i am still
not a bird ready
to fly the nest,
that is when you will
rest easy, with me.

until then let’s watch the moon

watch how she stays
in one place,
yet follows us all
along the way.

I can do that too.