Dying moon blues

Adios compadre
In your arms, my friend, Lunar
I ticked n kicked free
I surfed like a tossed shell on the tides
And danced like a wanton shadow  on a tipsy wall
I knew your stay was hour-glassed
N I thought hugging your middle tight enough...
I thought we could make everything still in a tight embrace

But you left on schedule
Leaving me hungover on your intoxicating presence
Now I'm mad
And I'm bawling
... but I'm feeble
But I'm not mourning...
I didn't lose You, you are bereaved of me
Even though you died, I remain,
in another me-niverse with You... two-point-o