lunar eclipse

tell me, dear, what is this friendship

with its phases like the moon?

every month, of me you tire

and then miss me all too soon.

 

does your loneliness upset you

when you curl up in your room?

do my letters make it better

without another’s words to consume?

 

between my whimsicality

and your fickle personality,

it’s a marvel that we feel

any gravity at all.

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