I’ve been meaning to write to you, I promise
I’ve just been lost in my head, searching for an inkling of good thoughts
sifting through thousands of figurative boxes filled with
memories, thoughts, dreams, hopes, broken promises.
I even found an brightly colored piece of my heart, I chuckled to myself as I tried to fit it back
it fit of course but it felt warmer than the bits I already have within
oh how I’ve missed this my old friend,
the feeling of throwing phrases into the air and having them somehow make sense
what a strange and fulfilling concept it is to write something like this
you see the past few nights I’ve waiting patiently by my apartment bedroom window
looking up at the sky anticipating the moment you would float over the building across mine and shine your light on me
I’ve wanted to say so much to you but haven’t known where to begin.
moon, my oldest friend, I feel trapped in my own body, won’t you let float up and live with you in the mystic