letters to the moon [poetry]

attic

there's this tape
that i kept
stored in the attic
from when we played
and laughed
and kept secrets

so i wanted to show
everyone i hold dear
exactly
how you laughed
and played
only to lock
these memories
away
in the dark attic
with the other
monsters
that whisper to me
in the dead of night

show them
how i was never taught
any of the rules
how you didn't know
how to go easy
how there was blood
instead of dew
on the grass
in the early morning
when anyone in earshot
was dead asleep