the moon was excited to finally hear
your name spilling from my lips again.
i guess it really has been months since
i've spoken of you last.
so much has changed.
but never my feelings for you.
while the moon sits and talks about the sun
and her gentle eyes, i listen and think of you.
there's an unspoken understanding between us.
"what is desired cannot always
be what you get."
so i continue my nightly conversations
with the moon.
the ones of how we'll never be
able to have what we love, more than
anything, until an eclipse of
light and deep words and thoughts erupt.
we'll just have to wait until
the other comes around to realize
what will always be.
