Monday, December 19th
in orbit
I saw it once, on the face of the moon.
Someone finally smiling back at me.
With craters, with a past
I started from nothing
And i don’t want it to end that way.
She says, “if its meant to be, it’ll be”
Orbiting this fantastic blue marble
I realise that the Earth
never smiles back…
and the moon just hangs there…and waits.