84 years away
full moon bleeding
on a monthly schedule
clots sink silently
without losing shape
hopeful for something to happen
but expecting nothing will
the only constant in my life
is changing still
that’s the one sure thing
I can always count on
everything’s moving
never staying the same
forever is short-lived
in my vocabulary
a fleeting moment
can carry an eternity
of swirling emotions
and conflicting ideas
my heart is always open
though it has a fickle taste
confusing even its master
as it abruptly starts and stops its chase
a future lover
erected from my past
a forgotten other
that I’ve yet to have
perhaps I’m hard to love
or love too intensely
not nice, but sweetness
that can be intimidating
it seems like once again,
it’s just you and me, babe