I want someone

To walk the paths of life with me

As the moon did when I was eight years old


You see

Mr. Old Moon

His love never aged

Always stood by me

Moonlighting on my joy

Moonlighting on my lonely


And my love for Mr. Old Moon

Is older than my brother’s love for games

Older than my three sisters’ love for makeup

Older than my mother’s love for good chicken wings

Older than my father’s love for sunshine on a Friday 


So I say a little prayer

One that will find ways into the ears of God

May you be as kind, as the moon is to me

From when I was eight years old to this day.