Slow Learning

I am slowly learning what it means to be human.

I am slowly learning how to forgive the past. How

to accept that sometimes beautiful things end, that

sometimes the timing isn’t right, that sometimes the

messiness of life gets in the way. I am slowly learning

that endings aren’t something to be upset about, but

rather, I am slowly learning how to appreciate how

damn lucky I was to experience something real and 

hopeful and light in a world that sometimes fails to

be soft.

I am slowly learning how to be alone, I am slowly

learning how to wake up in the middle of the bed. How

to make just one cup of coffee in the mornings. How

to hold my own heart, how to take up my own space. I 

am slowly learning how to stop filling voids with other

human beings, and instead, I am slowly learning how

to confront the void itself. How to heal it.

I am slowly learning what it means to be human.

What it means to make mistakes and learn from them.

What it means to be both happy and sad at the same

time. I am slowly learning how to do the damn work.

How to stop running from what is heavy and uncom-

fortable in my life. How to take the easy route less and

less. How to grow myself, how to be a better person.

Date Night

I met the moon for coffee

it was Tuesday night I think

when he watched me hardly sleeping

and invited me for drinks

we found ourselves a table

in the middle of the night

whilst the constellations twinkled

like a thousand fairy lights

he asked me how I’d been

as he poured coffee from a pot

and he said he’d watched me

waking up at midnight quit a lot

I said my head was far too full

my mind was always on

and when I woke, it felt as if

I was the only one

the only one who watched the moon

whilst sitting on my bed

with thoughts that raced at lightning speed

around my busy head

the only one who watched the clock

tick one and two and three

who lay awake and worried

whilst the world was fast asleep

my thoughts remained in orbit

and I couldn’t pull them back

as they preferred to swim against

a sky so vast and black

the moon said simply nothing

but he opened up a book

and I saw it was a diary

so I took a closer look

and listed there were names

of people all around the Earth

and all the thoughts and worries

that the moon had overheard

just then, my eyes were drawn

towards the name that was my own

and that was when the moon said

“see, you shouldn’t feel alone”

and then he pulled me close

using the night sky as a blanket

and said “I know you sometimes

feel so lonely on this planet

but when you cannot sleep, ger up

and watch me from your room

and you’ll see so many others

having coffee with the moon