a boy asked you to race him to the moon once
and you both went stumbling forward you ran up first
but he crossed in front
yet both held back just to cross the finish line at the same time.
a boy called you from your bed to dance dangerous in the forest where laughter turned to terror and he pulled you up with strength of wit
and you thought you’d lose yourself but he never let you
he just brushed off your shoulders and said ‘try again’.
but now the boy is laying crooked and pale and he is shaking
he says ‘it feels like I am carved away with a pencil fine knife and it is dotting the ‘i’s along my human skull and I do not know myself anymore’
so you held him as he shrunk small and said ‘I will be the part that knows for you’ because you don’t know the difference between him and you
you chased the moon together
and this line you will cross together
and even if he comes out steeped in red and curling smile and lifeless eyes and you will love him anyway