My moon

Everyone looks at the moon, he says.
Reminding me
To breathe;
To
Hold on
A little longer;
To
Reclaim what
Has only been ours.

Love /lnv/
Verb:
Falls in place
At 4am in the morning
Like blowing smoke rings
In a half asleep street.

Everyone looks at the same damn moon,
He says.

So I look at mine.