To the Moon and Back
She said, “To the moon and back.”
And I asked, “Why so finite?”
She looked of puzzlement.
I knew she had tried.
In lieu of intentions,
Years of roads walked down.
I journeyed to the moon-
And there she wasn’t, ever, to be found.
She said, “To the moon and back.”
And I asked, “Why so finite?”
She looked of puzzlement.
I knew she had tried.
In lieu of intentions,
Years of roads walked down.
I journeyed to the moon-
And there she wasn’t, ever, to be found.
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