{"id":117,"date":"2024-09-19T17:20:00","date_gmt":"2024-09-19T17:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.edenjuniper.com\/?p=117"},"modified":"2026-04-09T17:22:02","modified_gmt":"2026-04-09T17:22:02","slug":"moonroof","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.edenjuniper.com\/?p=117","title":{"rendered":"moonroof"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">tonight, i sit in my garden (it\u2019s a bench right outside my apartment) and look at the moon, hoping you see her too<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">there\u2019s nobody else i think of when i look at the moon<br>i used to think you were divine<br>in the same lunar way as the moon<br>(maybe i still do)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">last month, i sat in my garden (it\u2019s by the posters of flowers in my room) and cried to the roses about you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">there\u2019s nobody else i think of quite as often<br>i used to worry i cared too much<br>about the way you think of me<br>(maybe i still do)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">two years ago, i sat in my garden (it\u2019s made up of the twisting roots in my mind) and promised myself i\u2019d tend to that memory<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">there\u2019s nobody else i\u2019ve had that kind of night with<br>i used to think that we were intertwined, somehow<br>that we would\u2019ve found a way to meet, no matter what<br>(maybe i still do)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/twocorks.wordpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/img_4499.jpg?w=768\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-447\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">i still remember that night, of course<br>i planted that night right by the lilac and the lavender<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">but it\u2019s hard to experience that night as vividly as i\u2019d like through the layers of my memory \/\/ my identity has twisted through the ground like a weed since then \/\/ its greedy roots overtook the garden \/\/ flowers cannibalizing flowers cannibalizing flowers cannibalizing flowers \/\/ my mind is overgrown \/\/ if i want to look back, i have to view the world through the lies i told myself \/\/<br>the truth is buried deep in the soil \/\/ but my desperate clawing through the dirt gets me nowhere \/\/ i grab a trowel \/\/ but feel faint at the sight of blood \/\/ as i break the surface \/\/ the thorny rose stems that pierce my skin were planted as protection \/\/ i hear you \/\/ buried in the compost \/\/ your words sound like moonbeams to me \/\/ i can see it now<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the way the moonlight filtered through the sunroof<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">onto your gentle eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">your nervous smile<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">your shaky hands<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">my beating heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">my beating heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">my beating heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/twocorks.wordpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/img_3978.jpg?w=768\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-448\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(i\u2019m still in the car with you when i close my eyes)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(i\u2019m sorry that i didn\u2019t hold your hand)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(i\u2019m sure you know it\u2019s yours)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">i used to think i\u2019d fall in love with you<br>(maybe i still do)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(my life is full of love poems for you)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(half scribbled confessions in the margin of my notebook) \/\/ (a sentence in my phone) \/\/ (a dog-eared page of a poetry collection) \/\/ (the words just behind my thoughts)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">moonlight thru the sunroof<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">it\u2019s not what we talked about that night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">but i can\u2019t see the moon without thinking of you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">whenever i close my eyes, i\u2019m back in the car with you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the moonlight filters through the sunroof<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">shedding light on my favorite memory<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(you\u2019re always in those, somehow)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">our lives seem to orbit each other<br>(i\u2019ve always known it\u2019d be this way)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/twocorks.wordpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/img_4607.jpg?w=768\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-450\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the passage of time will never cease to surprise me. happy two years since we cried about the stars, my friend\u00a0&lt;3<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/twocorks.wordpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/img_4615-1.jpg?w=1024\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-445\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">via&nbsp;<em>The Essential Rumi<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>tonight, i sit in my garden (it\u2019s a bench right outside my apartment) and look at the moon, hoping you see her too there\u2019s nobody else i think of when i look at the mooni used to think you were divinein the same lunar way as the moon(maybe i still do) 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