She Is The Moon Poem by Elaine Mckendrick

the moon
she follows
me around
my home
from the front, on my sofa
to the bedroom window, alone

watching me as I am my honest self
in a place with no privacy, no curtain
no sign of neighbours, just the moon looking in from above

one thing I notice that brings some kind of comfort
her familiar expression, the face they call 'the man in the moon'

but she is no man
she is the tide, the ripples of our souls
she is the question, the reflection
the things we don't know