I’m a recluse to you
the sky is rarely blue
and you’ll never find me
hiding in a criss cross stitch
if there’s a rule
I wouldn’t know
I’m just a paper moon
to some
you are deluded
and there I hang
you’ve got all my love
you’ve written about me
and a heavy concrete globe
always true
for Christmas, I’ll be here for you
with a wink
and a smile
behind each veil of cloud
whet…