I saw a pink moon
last night
The air was crisp
and it reminded me
of midnight walks back
home from the train
*Always yours, never mine
Past the cemetery
and through the eerily quiet,
yet somewhat comforting
streets of Brooklyn.
I'd argue that we should have
taken an uber and you'd ask
why I wore those shoes again.

I saw a pink moon
last night
It's borders were blurred
and it reminded me of old film
It had deep, cavernous
craters that could
tell thousands of stories.
I wonder if it knows ours