Alas, it has come to be that I am waiting infinitely. Standing alone in my garden at dusk wondering if he thought to leave a message for me with the moon when it left him. As it swings into view I try to catch his reflection in the glow. How many stars were in your sky? My precious globe doesn’t see you coming soon but I know I will never let it fall to the ground and shatter. I’ll stand by my vagabond, will he ever stand by me too?