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.

By Friba

Photo: Peter Drury / Waikato Times, NZ