It’s a difficult thing
to believe that you’re
no one’s number one
and you’re last in line,
never the first thought
of someone’s morning.
I tell myself it’s fine
but I am liar
and I am alone,
lying beneath the moon
and her light
is a lie
all on its own.
But, the moment passes,
like a moon hiding
behind the hills
on the empty horizon.
©️ 2019.