“Luna” - 7/21/25

There are so many moments when I wish I could call you
Old-school landline crackling late 80’s other people might be listening
It didn’t make us more careful though if anything
Irreverence was magnified by the distance between us
And the brightness of the inevitably opaque moon

I remember the moment you noticed me I’d never been somebody
The cool kids noticed and even though your intensity scared me
Slightly I thought oh my G-d you were beautiful
I couldn’t understand a word you were saying whispering giggling
Today they would call him your bestie back then I guess

He was your wing-man someone on whom you could rely
To translate the mysterious to material the incomprehensible to
Irrevocable gifts we gave each other without speaking one another’s
Native tongues smiling eyes l laughter cloaked in
Seriousness flirtation’s disrespected soul-sister understanding

Stood still in a square red and revered blood pumping
Through teenaged veins and still I look up
Undeniably toughened by time and the knowledge
That you may be gone altogether grief and wonder imagination’s fuel
Unlearning to remember the moon’s white-gold spool