the moon is
shy tonight
tucked away
in a blanket
of clouds

i understand
how it feels
embarrassed at
only reflecting
the sun’s glow
cold and void
pulling at the
waves with an
invisible longing

i lay in bed
tucked away
beneath a thin sheet
lackluster with
nothing to reflect
but these thoughts
the ceiling outright
refuses to acknowledge
muttering to myself
pretending that it is
god listening
instead of the
emptiness ebbing
as i struggle
to pull at the waves
but do nothing
except spit sourly
these moribund refrains

while the moon
plays coy
dappled in clouds
a halo of stolen
light reflected