I want us to discuss the merits of the moon.
Whether it was worth climbing 10 floors to the roofdeck just to see it smile.
Or should I just photograph it for you?
I want us to discuss my romanticism--
whether it is excessive (yes, I think you think so).
Whether the moon is just being plain, and I am just being too gushy.
Whether it reminds you of something.
Even-- do you care?
I want us to discuss the moon.
Until, even when I'm no longer in your orbit,
it'd remind you of me.
But I close the messenger even before the courage to type in the first letter arrives.
For surely, you'd just think I'm being silly.
"The moon does not merit a discussion."
And that'd be the end of it.
And again and again.