the man on the moon has

no friends and

is stuffed with

straw and cotton and

her life

and she can't

forget because

he flew away like a

butterfly off a flower when the

wind blows.

she just cries and thinks

"so much for always being there

when the sun goes down,"

and by now it's dawn because

he's burnt up in the

atmosphere and

she can't get the smell of ash

out of her clothes.