Who Are You?

To a friend with a new lover

Are you still the same girl,
Or did they get you too
(who am I to talk in
my post-romantic paradise)
But really, do you still sit outside
Like a mad one
Smoking, drinking, gazing at
The moon?

Or did we get to you with
our demands to conform,
in our fear? A known one
told me once that you were brave.
I guess I wasn’t brave so I
didn’t understand;
We had all lost but you stayed strong
He said,

I understand now, and I want to
Know, do you sit
Still, dark and wet gazing at
The stars, or do you think
You have found them?