forever

you the moon

delicate waxing waning

at the drop of a mood

predictably uncertain

I the earth

solid grounded firm steadfast

always beneath to catch you

whenever you fell from space

who knew

frail flawed pocked-marked you

could eliminate obliterate plunge

me into an abyss with no bottom

who knew

at that moment we'd stop spinning

frozen in darkness you unmoving

me an unlit pall of my former self