The Moon

 I try to suppress my bond to you

but I tumble over it. 

I hope you’ll become concrete

but you stay above me. 

I look for you to be my sanctuary

but you’re a casualty. 

I’m haunted by the copies of you

but I adore them. 

I know that I’ll never, ever understand you.

Isn’t that romantic. 

So bring me the moon in a cup

so I wouldn’t have to miss you.

A kaleidoscope of who you are

is better than nothing at all.