i am taking back the moon
it isnt yours anymore
it is
a satellite
in an almost perfect geosynchronous orbit
but it isn't yours
your love no longer lives there
you eyes no longer shine back
when i look up
from my porch
at the moon

there is no mystery
to the pull you feel
there is no magic
in the moon
there is no inspiration
it is but a cold, dead planetoid object
that perhaps once was a part
of this earth
but no more