sunny sun sun was never mad at me
she was a tender thing and a joyful thing
and she smiled for me when I said so

moony moon moon was a perfect person
I was a comet and an asteroid
and I gave out beautiful words like pennies

and so it was
that we lived in each other’s pockets
called each other songs and
understood each other’s poems
wrote each other lyrics
danced each other’s victories
cried each other’s woes
shrieked each other’s fears
won each other’s hearts

melded into one beating thing that was
covered in molten love

and we don’t think of how it broke
sunny and moony sit in rooms and
look at pictures of september
tender and comet stare through eyes and
pretend not to be blinded
joyful and asteroid tear red ribbons and
rip precious letters for papercuts

we sit in rooms and watch each other
cry in our heads; at least
that is what moony moon moon thinks

whether it is thinking or pretending
I have yet to truly say