Moon II

Moon is sepia tonight. We all
look at the same moon, isn't that funny?
Everyone in the world shares it.
And I was sick,
but always in love with you.
I have liked you for a long time,
ever since
you wore your denim jacket
in the coffee shop.
Later,
I sung evergreen to you.

The clouds covered the moon,
long streams like black cotton.
I remember how
the sunset across London moved
you, when we were
on the hill looking at the skyline.
I remember you told me about your
revelatory moment
on the beach with
A.

The moon came up
that night, as we
slept.
Both naked together,
like always. I like that,
and I miss that.
If we could have that again -
but be better, we could. I know it.
The moon kept us
safe, in this dangerous
world. And we ate Mexican food
the next day, on Embankment.
I was starting to learn Spanish.
And I'm still working in my book.