Moon Child | Ongoing

To The Moon

"The stars are so beautiful," 
I would say every single time,
As you and I went to gaze at the stars.

"I'm gazing at a star far more beautiful," 
You would reply daintily,
As you drifted your gaze upon me.

I would turn red with a blush,
I would try to calm the butterflies in my belly,
And eventually, I would lean down and kiss you. 

You would then kiss me back,
And you would cover me with your warmth.
You would say the magical words, "I love you."

I remember our nights together.
The evenings of happiness, warmth and love.
I remember them painfully well.

I also remember that day. 
It was Friday and the sky was crying.
Now I realize the tears were for my heart that was about to die.

"I want to break-up with you,"
You spouted straight,
As I drifted my stare to meet yours. 

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"
I would ask that very cliché question.
It was the very first time I cried in front of you.

 "I just don't feel the same way with you anymore,"
You replied, with a straight face,
Eyes steeled with conviction.

I begged,
I cried,
I sobbed.

But no matter how many tears,
No matter how many shrieks, 
You still left me. 

I still remember that promise you broke,
That you would take me to the Moon,
That you would give everything for me. 

And now, for my one last goodbye, 
I would like to have one final wish.
Please, take her to the moon for me.