Slowly, silently, now the moon
walks the night, waltzing,
easing her way past every star
on my, and our path home.

I tried not to stare at her too long,
and I wondered if she too, were the same:
walking alone in the dead of night,
waiting for the birth of day
like expecting a change in the way we work
and the ways things work
when we aren’t looking
(it is now midnight
and streetlights flicker above me)
(do the stars return when I look away?).

Tonight, lonely goddess, let me be your friend.
I’ll try, stretch, try and reach out to grab you.
(I’m so, so close to finding space.)

Yet,
even when we share the same rooms

we’re still leagues and spheres apart

and perhaps it’s for the greater good
for our gravity to never coincide.