lullaby

lullaby by arina medvedeva

hold me like the moon by isabelle buneo

I’m certain the moon talks to me 
Every night before bed. 
I lay myself down 
Alone 
In my bed best fit for two 
And I see her waiting for me out the window. 

I turn onto my side 
And look at her. 
Listening. 

Sometimes she coddles me. 
Her light washes away the burdens of heartbreak
As she whispers me into peaceful nothingness. 

Sometimes she scolds me. 
I curl into a ball 
Knowing what's coming 
And she ridicules my audacity to feel so small. 

Every night the moon talks to me 
In whispers 
In yells 
In silence 

And every night I talk back. 
Sometimes out loud 
Always in my mind. 
And I wonder if I sing her to sleep too. 

Can she hear me? 
Can you hear me? 

Silence.