I wrote you poems,
Thought you’d notice.
I showed up,
Thought you’d speak.
I sent you thoughts,
Hoping you’ll catch them.
Then I got over you —
Just like that!
Nothing drastic,
No mind altering tactics.
I’m not a waiter.
My heart’s not a restaurant.
I waited long enough.
There’s only one moon,
In this galaxy, that is.
I’m not a fighter,
I’m only a writer.
There are other galaxies,
Different possibilities.
I let my mind wander,
To the distant galaxies yonder,
Maybe they too have bumble and tinder?
New moons are new, when found.
But they existed, all bright and round.
Ever wan·der 