You picked up my poem so I guess you want to know
Of such old story I witnessed long ago
Some might sob and feel their heart tear
Others might shrug, pass it all in one ear
Some may either laugh, even call me a loon
For I once knew a girl who fell in love with the moon
She had him on her fingertips but couldn't ever catch
So close yet so far, impossible to touch
Bittersweet moments comes when nighttime falls
I can hear her heart, I bled over its silent calls
I had the liberty to watch her moon-lit face
The sadness it reflects I want to drench in my embrace
Years passed but still she couldn't hide
The way she looks at him, eyes could never lie
Alas! the delight of seeing her love under the blanket of the night
Days, week, decades, I've lost count
But I still think about her, here and now
Haunted by the memory of remorse and regret
And that face of a girl I couldn't quite forget
It kills me that I never got to tell
That all these time I loved her, I also fell
And for eternity, with this I have to dwell.

Leigh Herondale  *May 2015