The concrete cools, no longer burning my feet as the sun slips away for his evening retreat
Sometimes there's fireflies and other bugs do sing, but I'm waiting on the moon and the tranquility she brings.

The street lamps will highlight small places in the dark, but the moon and her stars did it better from the start,
She makes a liminal place feel serene, mapping constellations and discussing what they mean.

In this silence I feel so free, the air is not heavy when she's looking at me, I just admire the way that she glows, intergalactic wisdom pouring over my head to my toes.

I could stay out here for most of the night, from the suns purple goodbyes to his pink morning highs, when they switch shifts I'll return home, until it's time for my iridescent friend to show.

Recently I was asked to write something happy and while that seems easy,
I don't like being sappy
I rarely find beauty in things that don't bleed,
Tears and pain all over paper is much more my speed,
Should I describe a sunset?
And the peace that it brings?
The end of another day-
When the moon rises and sings
I could write about love but I've become bitter,
honestly a hopelessly hopeless romantic turned heart racing storyline quitter,
Maybe a thoughtful soliloquy about a bug, nah-
I'd think of men and that paints a mean mug
I'm sure I'll find something to pique my intrigue,
And pull me out of this pessimistic league.

I write a message to you and just delete it
I guess that's progress
I check my blocked messages a little less
I guess that's progress
I see your name, and my heart flutters less
I guess that's progress
I obsess over you a little less
I guess that's progress
I hear a song that we like, and I don't skip it
I guess that's progress
I fly over for work and don't wanna just rock up at your doorstep
I guess that's progress
I see a guy with tattoos, piercings, dark hair, and dark eyes, and I don't think of you
I guess that's progress
I see a blue-eyed staffie and don't think of boofhead
I guess that's progress
I play the video games we used to play, and I don't think of you
I guess that's progress
I can write these words and not cry
I guess that's progress
My eyes aren't bloodshot from crying anymore
I guess that's progress
I wanna die a little less now
I guess that's progress
I no longer wanna scream until my lungs give out
I guess that's progress
I think of our times together, and it doesn't hurt anymore
I guess that's progress
I stop and smell the roses now
I guess that's progress
I'm talking to people again
I guess that's progress
I've been intimate with someone else  
I get that's progress
My silly, fun side is slowly returning
I guess that's progress
I laugh and sing again
I guess that's progress
I miss you a little less
I guess that's progress
I crave you a little less
I guess that's progress
At least that's what I tell myself..