unsung

the night weighs
as if
the extra curves settle on the
curl of the man in
the moon
and I talk to him,
let him hear the wishes
and dreams
but tonight, tonight I sing
to him,
pour soul
into words and sing
as if there is no tomorrow
and maybe,
if only for moments
he looks at me
and hears, listens to every
word
spoken and felt
and maybe one day,
I’ll record
the song I’ve written
in private,
the song that I wrote for you
but tonight,
I miss you too much
tonight,
I need you
so I whisper these words
across the pages
and know
you’ll read the depth of heart