she likes to watch the moon as it travels through the sky ’cos she’s heard that it’s romantic, though she really can’t se why. someone should have helped her through the day. someone like the moon. so she drinks a cup of coffee & telephones a friend & asks if she can make it so this night will never end. someone should have helped her through the day. someone like the moon. but the light comes & the day bleeds through the sky & the sun, the sun makes it hard to get through & the radio only play lovesongs so she cries, though she knows it’s such a bad thing to do. in the evening it gets better & she thinks how it’s not right that someone so stupid can easily screw up your life