I loved writing the ending of this story more than I could love you,
And maybe it’s for the best that we split before we had anything in common.
The moon echoes my crooked cries, but I’m unsure who I should be grieving.
Maybe you were a good spirit that I was just not able to summon.
Maybe our first waltz under the stars was meant to be our last dance,
But I don’t trust fate more than I trust people who claim to adore me.
The moon dives towards the green planet as I watch in slight horror,
Cursing myself for not being kind enough to tell you my bitter “sorry”.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 