when the moon
goes into hiding,
i pull up the blinds,
widly look for it,
frantically search for it,
i think, maybe, in
a former life,
i belonged to the night sky,
not something for everyone
but something to be
taken in, slowly
something to be cherished
in photographs, poetry,
love letters, moonlight,
star lit nights
i think, maybe in a former life
the sky must have
been my home,
maybe that is why it feels
like a piece of me is missing
when the moon roams far away,
maybe that is why
i'm homesick for you.
- crimsyy
