you're the sun to my sky

MOON BOY

I met him on the moon

he had star dust on his fingertips

and moon rust in his hair

he told me about the wonders of the universe as we soared the galaxy.

he told me about how his mama warned him not to go for 'it's far way to dangerous to go planet hopping' but he didn't pay attention and left on a shooting star

and know he says he regrets it
because how lonely it gets here.

'the only close, living things here are the stars, but they're to occupied lighting the night sky to get drunk and fly' he says as he exhales the nebula from the tiny little bag in his backpack.

he told me about how once he fell in love with the sun but she loved him with to much burning passion that he couldn't return so he left and hitch-hicked with an alien that left him on the moon.

Oh poor, little moon boy.