Losing sleep because of you.

A time difference where

the sun rises for me as

the sun sets for you. This, I told you.

"I'm not much of a sun guy," You responded,

"More moon." As if this epiphany and

the fact that we were worlds away,

unfairly worlds away,

meant nothing to you.

So I said, "The moon wanes from me to you."

And you responded, "Oh. What phase is it there?"

As if we had different moons and

maybe we did.

Maybe we're not really under the same sky.

Maybe we're not on the same page of

the same story of the same series,

trapped in the wrong world,

with the wrong person.

Maybe we did have

different moons.

Maybe I should just go back to sleep.