And you didn't listen.

The Moonlight

Remember when we used to sit outside

under the moonlight

and made shapes out of stars

and then with our bodies?

Remember when we used to scream so loud

the neighbors thought we were howling at the moon?

I'd look into the sky and wonder if you

see the same one I do.

One night you asked,

"Ever wanted to be someone that matters?"

I glanced at your face

and said "I matter to you don't I?"

And I swear for a moment

the moon had competition.

But the moon stopped shining a little

when you told me we were done.

For me the pain was just beginning.

I stare out my window,

from a king size bed

that's being wasted,

and wonder if you do the same.