The Moon’s Love

You’ve always told me about your obsession with the late night sky,

How the stars lay across the bleek black canvas like white dotted paint,

As the moon stood for all to see,

I remember that night when you had no complaints,

You sat amongst the ruins with your head towards the moon,

And you asked, “Why is the moon so lonely?” on that very day,

And I could only utter out a small answer to your lingering question,

“Maybe its lover is too far away?”

You looked at me with confusion smothered all over your face,

“But why is there distance when there is love?”

The moon doesn’t see the sun often but it still loves the same,

That kind of love is, well–hard to get rid of,

Because distance doesn’t always break people up,

Distance teaches people patience and trust,

And without all of that,

The moon and the sun’s love would just be stardust.

~ heart2heartwritings