Together – but how?
On the lunar surface
There is no path left…
You hug and kiss me,
Trying to convince me ‘You love me!’
Yet – can’t you see?
Despite your loving me, I can see my demise.
Can’t you feel it?
Amongst your kissing me, I burn to ashes.
Can’t you notice?
When you’re getting near, I’m attracted. I’m trapped.
We are not a dream with origins in stars.
Nothing magically relieves the pain.
We are but contrasting lost souls
On the lunar surface
In this pathless universe…
*In the following Fridays of April, I’ll be posting a poem to celebrate National Poetry Month.
PS: in case I end up not posting anything else all month, consider the above statement an April Fool’s Day hoax 
