inflatable moon

when you’re not around the world becomes a toy in a child’s hands
a careless attempt at holding in the happy. but i am lost now
holding my inflatable moon, wishing for (you) my rock to remove
my gravity, so i float on, not holding the moon in my small
scarless hands, but being something the moon holds for fractions
of the time that i am done falling when i am without you

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