letters to the moon [poetry]

selene

i really thought we'd be
some special thing,
that was before the drugs,
before the sex and the nights
that turned into months

sometimes i'd look across
an ocean of bodies
and try to pick out your face,
brown eyes staring into mine.

i'd smile,
weren't we in love?

i was your poet, your soldier,
always silent,
i sat at your elbow.
he was your athlete,
your mechanic,
he preferred your lap.

the daylight was his,
i preferred the moon.