I wanted to write you a letter before
you go
but all I could think about was
poetry
and lullabies
and how you splash on my tongue
in raindrops
usually from evening
to sunrise
we nosedive
into each other's
chests
we hide
in spaces be-
tween
all the spaces
that should keep us
from other people
but not me
I fit quietly
in the crevices
especially
the space between your lips
the space between your teeth
the space between your
where am I supposed to go
now that you already found a way inside me
Is this what it feels like to be the moon?
I think so too.