Look at my poem boy

We will never be together the moon and I.

 She is 

up 

     up 

           up 

so high 

my crashing waves reach 

up 

      up 

            up 

still I cannot grasp her face 

every time I try 

she gets further and further away 

but still I wait 

and patiently follow her. 

Her gaze is cool,

 Cold even,

but I long for it all the same. 

Does she see me? 

does she know what she does to me? 

I call her name the only way I know how to.

with noise and violent storms 

no matter what I do 

she’s still so far away. 

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