the moon was lower in the sky once. 

i saw it scream bright above my head. 

my arms hurt when i see it now,

im far away from myself and the world. 

so far away ive forgotten how to look at the moon.

i worry about the moon, im worried ive forgotten how to see.

what if one day i look around and everything has gone black.

and i forget how to be. 

i found myself so young and forgot myself so young.

the moon was there for it all.