he stole the moonlight again
he does that every night
but by now i’ve grown used to it
i’m okay with the way he cunningly wraps his hands around the moon
and tears it from the sky
like the earth doesn’t depend on it
like it’s his to grasp
he occasionally collects the stars as well
i watch him
as he steals the only light
the darkness depends on
when the sun has abandoned the world
for the night
