Elucidating Questions

I look up at the face of the perfect moon.

All my questions whispered like I’m afraid the sound of them will wake someone.

I want to stand under you and be separate I want to stand on you and just lie on the cold rock in the cold sun

And wait for it to get dark.

I feel the warmth you offer but I don’t know if I may accept it

I’m so used to each receipt ending with loss greater than the gain

One step forward two steps back or just drowned in the weight of it.

What am I?

The yellow white light that always makes me feel like home even when I’m not.

I just found it again.

I find it everywhere.

And then I feel lost again

Why am I still finding it.

I wish I could be free.

I wish he would come with me.

I don’t know what I am.

But I know I feel it in your stare

The light of the moon

Always there.