There’s always something

about the moon

how it unravels the doubts

I live with in my mind

I’ve said I want you

with a closed mouth

and I’ve said love with you

makes sense

but it doesn’t

the stars in my sky

don’t align

at the sound of your name

you’ve distracted me from

the storms that sometimes haunt me

but loving you seems

as empty most days

as filling a cabinet with only air

and trying to convince myself

there are no empty spaces.

Empty spaces -{renata ferretti}