Sometimes I taste you when

the wind blows a certain way

As if there are remnants

of your lips on my lips

As if you never left

But now you're here

telling me to look up at the moon

look! look!

you'll say

you'd tell me its phase with

such surety you didn't even look twice

And I told you I never look back

not for her

not for you

one day I will

fall upon the sky

and you will see me

when you look up