Moon Rock

We have the same holes

in us, like moon rock.

From afar, we look bright

The sun makes our gaps glitter

But up close, we have the same holes

Our silhouettes lock into

single file when we hug

Like pieces of Swiss cheese

cut from the same block

And I get that sinking feeling

(even though you’re hot)

That we can’t give each

other what we haven’t got

We feel worse together,

somеhow more incomplete

Holеs deeper than deep.

And we part ways wondering

why we’re emptier than before

You and I are like moon rock.

Lost

Cold

Alien

Discrete

Stolen from another galaxy

Looking for a slice of brie,

for what we need is melted cheese