new

The moon is new tonight.
Is that what we're supposed to call you
now that you've seemed yourself out of view?

You don't want us to go,
as though we'll just stick around and wait for you
to purport yourself as true.

Maybe all your songs
are somebody else's love and life,
so you can pretend you've never done wrong.

You paint yourself here
then gone, but we've got it all figured out by now.
There's nothing new about this charade you put on.