tin woodman

to the heart of the moon, if it has one
to the moon of the heart, if you know where it is
there was a time when the night is light
the light weightless.
there was a time when you and i were strangers
a nameless you, a nameless me.
we should never have exchanged names
they revealed too much of us.
yet i had nothing to offer you, but lazy hours
those thoughtless afternoons
they are worthless now.
what are you? are you careless, reckless,
or simply heartless?