When I became aware that you loved the moon more than me,
I decided to forget you.
But do you know? I saw the moon tonight and cannot.
I cannot clean
the moon’s picture from my room’s window. Come, please. Come!
Make your hands a bridge.
Over that bridge, I will cross into your heart and soul, become part of you.
And we will grow love,
Honesty, loyalty together.
Photo: Peter Drury / Waikato Times, NZ