I Use To Believe Any Moon Could Be Blue Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I use to believe any Moon could be blue.
Before I discovered there were actual Blue Moons.

Feeling depressed and selfishly centered.
Waiting for someone or something,
To find its orbit around me.
On days like the one I am having...
I wished to be spoiled.
I'm tired of doing that for myself.

All that talk about being happy alone...
Doesn't work on the weekends.
Or on rainy, cold or full Moon lit nights.
Don't listen to anyone who lies and says the opposite.
I've squeezed my foam filled pillows flat.
I have to fold them and hold them in my palms,
Just to feel my head lifted at a comfortable angle.
And that is sad.

I use to believe any Moon could be blue.
Before I discovered there were actual Blue Moons.
I use to think that way.
But lately I've been thinking I should change my pillows.