The moon said this
When she called me out
Out to where she could see me with her one bright eye
When she called me out
For forgetting our date
For not bringing flowers
For not telling her how beautiful she is
When she called me out
For inattention to her trickling silver over the Earth, touching her sister with fingers of light
For ignorance of her fine chorus of crickets, making a song of longing for each other
For insensitivity to her awakening tiny heartbeats in the grass of the night
The moon said this
When She called me out:
I forgive you
She said:
I forgive you