From the Ghost on the Moon
A Poem and Short Story
I’m sorry if it scares you when I
you’re home alone.
Sometimes I watch the stars, I
realize they really
aren’t that far.
I took my helmet off last week,
I don’t know how but I
The moondust sticks inside my lungs.
I wish that I could fly back home.
I don’t know just how long it’s been
since I first sat down and faced the end.
Next time it’s a full moon,
know that I’ll
make it smile for you.
And when the clouds cover
you up, I'll blow a kiss
across to break them up.
The city lights are glaring bright
against my glass, it’s
the saddest sight.
I can’t do this anymore.
I know I chose to stay, before, but
this time I’ll really say goodbye,
I'll hop on a comet passing by.