New Moon

After this apocalypse left me
On these rocky cliffs that you leap,
To peer over the ledge and forget why,
I am still holding on to the hope you’ll choose me.

That I might cut open my sternum and see
A bouquet of wilted flowers and receipts,
Of every movie theater you’d stood me up,
And remember why I am crying in the tub.

But listen closely to the creaking floor,
As I inch closer to the rocky shore.
You’ve made a mess out of me,
I’ll let the ocean clean me.

July 23rd, 2022