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.
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