"Something's gotta give,"
he said.
"The world seems so small
and when I am alone
it becomes unbearable."
"I awake in the night to nothing,"
he said,
"nothing but moths
and no light to guide them."
"What will guide you?"
I asked.
"That's a good question."
"Something's gotta give,"
I said.
"The world is too big,
and when I am alone
it is insurmountable."
"I awake in the night to everything,"
I said,
"the immensity of Earth
and all its doings."
"What of them?"
he asked.
"That's a good question."
