the moon has no light of its own

sometimes

i think about losing you

and picking out the drapes for our home

and when i go there

i can't help but remember

the moon has no light of its own

it's a cold mass in an endless abyss

waiting on a sunbeam for meaning

you're where i go for that feeling

maybe that's borderline codependent

but who would i be if your light suddenly ended

stranded in the milky way alone

the moon has no light of its own

when i was young

i was scared of the dark

i'd cover up my eyes at the movies

when the violin shrieks

and the floorboards creak

the killer is quietly moving

or worse yet

the screen starts to crawl

with venomous armies of spiders

and loud swelling dark synthesizers

maybe that's borderline arachnophobic

but if i lost you

that's the headspace i'm going

terrified and floating alone

the moon has no light of its own

holding on for dear life

every night you disappear

hoping that the dice falls

on the side that keeps you here

please

never leave me alone

i've no idea where i'd go

a cratered

abandoned old stone

the moon has no light of its own