The Last Recluse

Not Named

10-14-22

I know this moon you're on
hasn't been named yet.
Like a first day
you're floating aimlessly
between stations,
waiting to be recognized
while simultaneously
being a stranger,
optimistic but apprehensive.
Alone to only your shadow.
We share the same longings
through differing planes;
with this knowledge
you'll never not be at my side.
And when you doubt,
just follow the air;
you'll find me there.
We get too caught up
in this thinking that
everything has to mean something
instead of just being.
I hope you find your place;
I hope it bears your name.