There’s nothing but sickness in me when I imagine you entranced away with everyone else. I am wise enough to keep from anything sharp, for fear that I will rip to pieces. In the night, I lay awake dreaming of futures I know will come true. I have seen everything in my deja vus but I haven’t seen this, I haven’t seen you. So I let the earth circle the sun without saying a word but I can’t help but stare at the silent moon, the only one who does and doesn’t belong. I trap all my misgivings and I fear one day having the chance and losing it. I would much rather never have had anything at all. I smile as you cheer for the joys I sneak in, and I can’t help but hope that you miss me at least a little bit. I sleep under false stars and listen to racing cars, wishing to forget everything, wishing to rush away into the universe where the earth circles the moon.