Squash down the words
I’ve said today into a ball
and throw it up to the sky.

The moon grins around it
with tears in her eyes at its
pathetic form as it dies.

Each step is a brushstroke
of a missed opportunity
I dare not to take.

Each keystroke an undefined
error until the lights are
released and floated awake.

Yesterday was full and
wired while we smiled
and just waited.

Today is a silence of
worried pacing that the
night sky anticipated.