So far

supermoon

Through the windshield now
a supermoon is staring at us,
escaping a handful of gray clouds
that are trying to blanket her in.
Cozy, she never wants to feel.

*

You are singing with the
backstreet boys,
I adore how your heart  
pets all vintage lyrics.

Your eyes on the road ahead,
your focus on the motion,
my eyes lay lazy
on the rear view mirror:
too many miles we have covered,
too many lives measured in miles.

There is beauty, I remember,
in exploring unknowns so far,
in howling on the wind
without banging at shut memories,
in being lost without disappearing.

*

You are here. You are singing,
holding my hand like every other day.

I am back, mostly
to who and where I am supposed to be.

The moon is gone for a quick nap
under the gloomy sky over this highway.
After a long break tonight,
the rain takes off her dusty clothes.

I look back once again on the mirror:
blurry details are rain-soaked now.
So far, a sad wind goes slaughtering
some agonies like it promised me.
And I look at you,
I love you, and this journey ahead.

For October. For this autumn rain. For the supermoon. For these ten months of this year. For love.

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