Everything I wrote was imaginary 

Things never happened that way

If you ask her

She didn’t come along for the ride

As I said many times

So, she’s told me to leave her out

and specifically

Not to mention her name

anywhere—

not Even in the credits—

(to be clear)

I alone landed on the MOON

And only pictured her

Looking up from earth

reflected in the visor of my suit

Never really there—

I made the entire story up

But everyone liked the poem.

thought it was inspired. Maybe genius

And admitted to the possibility 

at least of the two of us in love.