Untitled, for Lane

UNTITLED
for Lane

I can never forget the summer night that
turned into morning with no help from us.
We talked about waiting
but barely knew the word.

And I always thought I could teach you things,
but you were chasing sunsets and pyramids,
islands and adventure.

My words were never the hammock
where you’d nap on lazy days.

I became a moon, orbiting you,
and you became the boy
who never looked at the sky.

Luna by Adeline Spengler

Luna by Adeline Spengler

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