The Man on the Moon

She walked to the edge of the moon,

smiling as she talked,

just above a whisper,

less the stars were listening,

they shared each others secrets,

and all their darkest sides,

peaking over the edge,

she was sure to hold on tight,

asking him just how far she’d fall,

“Away,” he said,

from the man on the moon,

sitting down she listening to him tell of all the things waiting just below,

she didn’t want to leave him,

for fear that she’d forget,

how to be a child,

and too much of a grownup.

 

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