Everything I wrote was imaginary 
Things never happened that way
If you ask her

She didn’t come along for the ride
As I said many times

So, she’s told me to leave her out
and specifically
Not to mention her name

anywhere—
not Even in the credits—

(to be clear)

I alone landed on the MOON
And only pictured her
Looking up from earth

reflected in the visor of my suit

Never really there—
I made the entire story up

But everyone liked the poem.

thought it was inspired. Maybe genius

And admitted to the possibility 
at least of the two of us in love.