Push away the moon

staring at the cracks in front of the door
watching all the tears hit the floor by the doors light
can not lift my head to look into you 
there is nothing we can say to revive what we know is gone

I push away the moon 
I turn out the light
I walk into the wind while I clean off my knife
I know I have slipped a lot of times trying to feel it right

thing become lost when you turn away
and you feel like you do not know who you sleep by
some lies dont stay too buried for long
all the leaves from one tree do not blow through the same sky
walk into the wind but walk into a wall
no home