You’re Enough For Me

A poem about a long-distance friendship.

It’s that haunting night again. Worn down by the screamings of the dining table, You hid inside your safety box, With a blanket shielding you from the earsplitting spats.

Under, your fists clenched around an old fallen star, The bumps on your skin prominent, And your erratic heart was stubborn, That’s when the moon called out your name.

She rendered the shouts to cease, And waited for you to come out patiently But your coursing blood was still too loud, So the moon talked of its nonexistent dreams.

She told the stories of the daylight, Small absurd anecdotes of laughters, Small narratives of an act of love, She talked, and talked, and talked.

She was hugging you with love words, And that was when you removed your blanket, You looked at her with adoration, but there was a trace of fear on your skin.

She beamed and continued her love confession. Willing yourself to speak, you cut her with a question You won’t leave me broken by myself, will you? I don’t wanna be alone.

The moon stopped talking, there was a pause and she said I might be asleep during the day, I’m unable to give you physical comfort, but I’ll be here in the sky for you, always

With crinkled eyes and a little wet laugh, you said that’s enough for me, that’s enough for me.

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