Dating : Dear Moon

The moon told me you looked back,

weary of someone else falling for you on your way to tomorrow,

Worrying the past will creep up on you when you least expect.

The moon told me that under the stars you

Cried for me,

Cried for my hands,

Cried for a plane ride just to be an arms reach away,

Worried I’d be dancing alone in my bed,

Tossing and turning, restless, and with tired eyes,

Without sleep.