the moon sang in the night sky
as i look in your eyes
and know that they are sad
i want to make it good for you
the phone is on your ear
i can’t hear him talk
but i know that he shouts
at you from far away
he has no right to
he has yet to feel your hand
the way it is cold
the way your limbs clasp to mine
the warm spark i feel in my chest
i wish you could feel it too