Moon Wink

I fell down with the moon in my face
and you said it was only a matter of time
before the questions I insisted on asking
were answered by virtue of not
having an answer. I only colored
in between the lines to leave
the shape I traced untouched.
It was a faulty strategy.
You kept looking elsewhere
to justify the existence of an elsewhere.
If I weren’t so preoccupied
with the length of your stare,
I might have made it beyond
this space which I define
as the last outpost before your eyes
disappear. But it only lasts a second
and is gone. If it’s true
that every day we recreate
the birth of the universe I guess
you might miss it if you forget to blink.