letters to the moon [poetry]

i dissociated again

we might be the same creature,
i was lost once and never quite
found myself.

maybe while i was sitting in my stillness
one monday night
i didn't make it home.

maybe i saw a pretty face in the mirror
instead of this one.

maybe this was your body once
and i woke up in it,
beside your lover,
in your bed,
and maybe you are me now,
in some foreign land.