Luna and you
both wash up alone
and always
stray from each other
to use the bathroom
as is sensible
Whenever she leaves
you often manage
to find a few
tears leaking
out of
where you lock them up
and you force yourself to
stop
You are not
always sure
who or what you may
be crying for
Only
that every time
you
just weep—
Your body usurps
your head
and
traitorous heart
telling you that
it was
never enough