#11

Like The Moon

Write Club #1

February 2020

Someone once told me that

Like the moon 

We must have periods of emptiness 

before we can feel whole again. 

And since then I’ve thought to myself, 

Is that why God kept you from me my entire life?

Is this why you’re not with me now? 

Do I really

Need

This feeling of emptiness in order to 

Someday

Be whole once again? 

Do I really need to have craters in my skin in order to love myself? 

Do you really need your hair ripped out before it can be grown again 

Fuller than before?

It all felt unfair. 

My hands were crescents, waiting for the water

The mirror was above the faucet, 

Staring me down

My head was a comet

Burning with reason, direction and purpose 

All unknown 

But so very fast 

And hard to keep track of 

My eyes were Stars

Twinkling in the moment 

Only to shatter and explode

When the light 

Became too much 

Your smile was the sun 

Breathtaking and big and bright

But dangerous 

If I looked into it for too long I wouldn’t be able to see anything else

If I got too close to it, 

I would soon fall. 

My hands were crescents 

Like the moon

Waiting for the water 

To fill my palms like her hands once did 

And like your hands still do 

My eyes were Stars 

and your smile was the sun 

and my head was a comet

And our bond was a solar system 

Revolving around your smile except 

Your smile was never as easy to look at as

 my hands 

Like the moon

Against the sun.