Bird As Fish

I looked up at the moon tonight. His face was half erased, and he was laying on his side. He was in anguish.

If he cried, the tear would fall off the end of the earth - I thought, as I drove through the city with my best friend. We drove in her long white car, through the cold city streets, silently, at midnight. I looked out the window and the moon was there.

God! I don't know what to do. I want to reach out to someone, and shout and scream, "Please help me! Please help me!" but they all have school in the morning, and they all have work. Her love has passed away and she passes on too. But differently. He passed on butterfly wings. She passes in an airplane. He passed to the far ends of heaven. She passes to the far ends of the earth. She will leave me soon, and once again I will be all alone. Why, why, why, why, why? Why is it my fate to always be alone.

Is it written in my genes?
Is it written in the stars?
Is it written on my face?
Is it written on the wall?

The hand comes down with machine determination and carves deep words into the stone, magic words, incantations. It reads, "The night the moon smiles is the day when she shall find them". Only the hand knows when that shall be.

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