Lightyears

I’m still so far, as distant as the moon,

even when you’re near, like a bright star.

You’re out of reach, high as the sun at noon.

“Next time, I promise. I will be back soon,”

you shout as I lose you on my radar.

I’m still so far, as distant as the moon.

A shooting star, you fly off to Neptune,

and as you speed off my heart’s left ajar.

You’re out of reach, high as the sun at noon.

Like the meteor showers of late June,

in action I see how lovely you are.

I’m still so far, as distant as the moon.

I wait for your return, singing your tune,

yet as the words slip out they seem bizarre.

You’re out of reach, high as the sun at noon.

Each crater you create feels like a dune

in my heart, where I want to put what’s ours.

I’m still so far, as distant as the moon.

You’re out of reach, high as the sun at noon.