Sept 6 - Letters to Luna - An apology to both of us

I am sorry for the words

There were too many 

I spilt like flicked ash with black flecks 

Scorched rolling papers 

I should have kept the watch 

The timing was intrusive like an obnoxious alarm

I should have asked if it was ok

I think I knew the answer and it wasn’t 

I got caught up in the breakers, the undertow 

Of hope like the tide was on a cycle other than the moon 

Like I could lasso the Earth’s satellite 

And feel this gravity between us as something 

Commensurately greater 

Imagining your dark side 

Like I was the sun for a flash 

And I could see everything 

I apologize for guesswork dreams of who you were

Why we met and when the tide was scheduled to drift out 

I saw the sea turtles crawling up from the sand 

Multitudes of kindred shells dodging gulls from first breath 

I wanted you to tell me every one of their names

As I read the lines on their shells like road maps 

Of every bad thing I ever felt like the world was less hard 

I am sorry for not slowing down

You saw the sunset and I kept spitting words like a dodo 

I see how afraid I was and projected my fears onto you

Extinct and all I wish is I would have kept quiet 

Held your hand and watched the sunset not saying a thing

While the light lasted