Tell me about heartbreak, she said.
Why do you want to know about such a thing, I said.
It will tell me how hard you love, she said.
The only thing I know about heartbreak is this:
The perfect night is sewn together by stars.
within the black canvas there is this crescent hole.
If you look closely you will see your true love
peeking out at you from the other side of the hole.
I tell you,
No matter how many times you try
To get to them,
You always end up on the moon.