New Moon

New Moon

I don't find it

much a tragedy anymore 

that I cant count backwards 

from ten;

it's part of the sickness

I call my life.

Trembling once in her arms,

I don't know how not

to go back to her,

I don't know how not

to reach for her at night.

She was my world once

as I was her Moon,

she could forget about me

in phases 

and did,

until I was new.

I am a new Moon always.

Yet she is always

just keystrokes away

to rattle my cage,

make me like the Cheshire 

and small like Alice,

my mad hatter. 

And I will sink into the bottom

of another starry night 

broken and damaged,

as she casts her shadow 

upon me still.

Not willing to let me go

selfish,

in a Sun soaked sky.