LIFE IN VERSE

Moon

The moon looks down at me with sympathy,
As I hug my knees and cry; down and lonely,
He tries to comfort me but he's a couple hundred thousand miles away from me.

Slowly, he gets used to my presence,
Because he knows I'm there as my pains had gotten immense,
I had held it in for so long that it made no sense.

But sometimes I would be on the terrace,
Even when I wasn't hurt while running another race.
The moon would be confused, looking down at me through the haze.

What can I say? The cool breeze of the night,
His scarce but beautiful borrowed light,
The serenity of it all makes me feel just right.

I just sit down and tell him all,
How I am stronger now and I will no more fall,
But he still promises to be there for me if I call.

He would always come where I go,
To check on me like a faithful friend and talk about my life's show,
And he would tell me of the numerous places I didn't know.

For a week or so, however,
He would be gone, what would seem like forever,
But I would wait like a loyal lover.

Thank you dear moon, for being my buddy,
You might really be just a celestial body,
But your kindness is not fictional, it will last an eternity.