The moon is so over Venus. Having grown from that crescent in the west, she has moved across the heavens, waxing gibbously (Between us, I can say that, can’t I?). She races against the nightly turn of the stars, and time flies as she charts her path. And so now she passes Jupiter, lighting up the night sky the both of them, throwing their white light down on our window shades making me think we left the back light on.
It’s the moon’s fault, why I’m sitting here. I should be nestled snug in my bed. It’s the moon’s fault my heart is racing and my eyes are wide open. It’s her fault.