Oh, the moon sometimes cares to stare back.
And when she does, she sighs.
You never knew that shade of blue
When you were alive.

You thought you did
In times of jaded woe and un-surprise,
But tiny waves of wonder
Were running through you all the time.

So thank you for your feedback,
And rank your every rhyme--
A comma makes a difference
And difference is sublime.

Don't pay me for this poem--
Just cast the words aside.

The things I'll never be
Are all haunting my mind.

Oh, the things I'll never be...
They're eating me alive.