Moon

Would you excuse me?
I was afraid to
look under
our bed
And just like the moon
we got in a groove
I got out of the mood
with your attitude
again
What I need
What was I even doing
when I found you there?
What was I even doing?
Shouldn’t I just keep moving?
What was I even doing
when I found you there?
You take me for granted
and I’m not enchanted
with any of this
I’m starting to see
that I’m gonna be
in this black sea
indefinitely
What’s left?