They say nothing will appear like it. Not until 2034. Luna has blessed us with showing its face. The imperfections still leaving us in awe of this celestial body. It reflects the same light you shine. Your gravity has pulled the strings of my tides, lessening the lightyears by the hundreds.
And I am seeing you clearer in this moonlight.
And I am seeing you love me in this moonlight.
And I am now letting go of your hand in this moonlight.
And even if this doesn't happen again after 2034, I'd still be glad it happened. I know we're always within reach of each other. It's just a matter of space and time.