sailing luna

When I close my eyes, I see green dots scattered everywhere—but they always look like someone dancing happily in a circle. On the last full moon, the last man I fell in love with tired to contact me, but I never seem to get much of a reply from him. Gravity—it is what keeps the planets from melting into one another. Oddly I am convinced it is the glue that held me together. Grief reminds me of sour milk, but lately grief is tangy. Too many eaten chocolates and laughter and happy memories and before you know it you’re on the phone crying about how the chocolate won’t taste the same and how you still should always choose happiness. I’ve learned I laugh and cry about the same things.