I wrote the moon about you.
I thought he was wise, but he only warns people of the sea
He didn’t warn you of me
He didn’t tell you that each passing message that danced around the night sky, calling you to my arms again
Should have been avoided
My arms are better than the night
and that is where you have always wanted to live
You keep turning the clock back on my mornings.

 

 

I’m rusty and heartbroken. These will hopefully improve as the day goes.