The moon
as it hung above us
was not actually full.
it was a day shy;
no one could be blamed
if they were fooled.

I stared at it
as we deconstructed signs,
reasons to love you.
Your invitations
common interests
and that one sweet dreams, Phil.
What was I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do next
when the pursuit of friendship
can so easily look like so much more?
Can I fault another
for my own leap in logic?
Can I fairly claim it was you
who confused your own form?

But as the moon shows more
you and I see each other more;
a lesson in clear communication.
Innocent mistakes of human desire
don’t have to be an ending.
We’ll just do better in the future,
removing blame from the equation.