Spirit that I feel within me outside this earth,
Where have you gone?
I once knew you like the lines in my palm.
I had them memorized.
Key word is, memorized.
You probably thought I'd say 'had'
But that is not the key word,
'Had' IS the key.
I had you so close.
Had. Have. They are so similar,
Yet so unfortunately different.
I know we'll have again.
It's just not our time.
But, what is time?
And, can we really have our own?
You said it so.
So, ill believe.
And in my belief, we will still have
Everything we could ever dream

Many suns ago, I lost my moon.
My moon, the rest of my being,
The other half of who I claim to be.
My greatest peace of me, and yes
I mean peace.
The evident light that filled my darkest craters.
The rest of my sentence,
Each time I opened my mouth
As if ingesting holy water,
You filled me up.

Too many suns ago, I lost my moon.
So long ago that I have learned to keep up with the sun.
Not only the sun, but everything he claims to be.
He leaves staggered directions all around me.
The sun is vicious, for he can not feel.
At least, not like you, my moon.
That ****** sun.
He will hold you or he will destroy you.
All I truly want is to be held.
Sweet moon, will you ever hold me again?
The sun has deceived me,
and I fear that he always will.

You filled my room with a presence it had never felt before,
I, had never felt before
Almost as if you two had met before
Almost as if you knew everything about my empty walls,
and why they were so empty
Why my clothes were piled higher than Mt. Everest
Why my pictures lay flat on my stereo,
Why the air was so frigid
As if you always knew,
and I never did

You love that too,
That I don't know.

But now I am left hanging
Like those flowers you bought for me last week
Beautiful without a doubt, and still
So beautiful through my eyes
But now,
They will hang
And hang
And hang
And I will keep them hanging
In my room, near the frigid window of mine
until you come back to my room

Maybe not so empty as before
Maybe my bed made this time
Maybe a bit warm for once
And when you come back,
I'll set them back in that same vase
And they will look just as beautiful as they did before
If not, more gorgeous than I could have ever imagined
And we will both know exactly why