I am the moon and she is the sun.
we're in the same world, we can look at each other without any hesitation. but I can't touch her.
I can't touch her.
when it's her time to come out and play,
she leaves me reflecting in the sky to keep a close eye on the many changes I have to stay alive.
when she sets for bedtime, she keeps enough light on to help me shine the way in the darkness.
sometimes, we collide.
an eclipse so bright, a touch so magical that it's blinding.
I breathe in her touch. I breathe in the pain she brings me, the fire that warms me when I'm oh so cold.
our collision course is beautiful and reckless, but so rare.
I can't touch her.