The Moon

Sometimes I feel there’s a hole inside of me; an emptiness at times that seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight, there is a circle around it, a sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. I’m not going to sleep each night wanting, but still sometimes when the wind is warm and the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it but there is no one. Only that moon.