sometimes when i see the moon

i like to pretend it's you

just sitting there across from me

but you're too far for me to reach

i pretend the deep black holes

are just your eyes

you see me

i can see you

but you don't speak

you haven't

not since half past two

you never speak

why is that?

are you too shy to speak to me?

that darling voice

it hides from me

and then day breaks

red fingers wake

you're gone for good

the moon's sweet face

is no longer yours