i thought the moon was my friend
all those quiet walks
the way she helped me see things
in a different light
if i was sure no one was watching
we would even dance a little
when she was away for a few days
i knew she would come back
she was always there for me
i'm not even sure what happened
one night i went out to see her
and my friend was gone
there was just this big rock
orbiting the earth, reflecting sunlight
where she used to wait for me
the wind, i know what happened there
i don't really want to talk about it
except to say that i am pretty sure
it was my fault, and we aren't speaking
spring and i get along fine,
i don't think the thing we have
is that serious
too much competition
i've been seeing this tree
i don't want to say too much
except that the way she holds herself
the things she says
i'm hoping we can become good friends