Last man on the Moon

I love you to the moon, and back” 

said he

not realizing that such a trip was impossible

on account of the crippling hypoxia which occurs

when drifting, maskless

through the lunar firmament

 

I love you, like there is no tomorrow”

said she

realizing that indeed

there would be no tomorrow

for her bag was packed beneath the bed

and she would slip away by moonlight

letting her lover dream

of solo space travel

29 thoughts on “Last man on the Moon”

  1. The way you decorated this post with the incredible bliss of emotions and imagination is truly phenomenal thanks for sharing such a lovely post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊

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  2. Beautiful but brutal. I think nothing makes me more melancholy than lost or unrequited love. You hit both here. Well done.

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      1. i don’t currently ride, but LOVE bikes. Might have to resort to riding again as a sanity aid. Happy for you!

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      2. The finest soul/ sanity salve indeed! Those sweeping bends, when nothing else matters. I won’t push because … sounds like you don’t need pushing!

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