She whispered to her friend,
The moon.
She told him of her life
And adventures.
He sat and listened so patiently
And quietly
That soon the girl feared he had
Fallen asleep.

Moon, she said to her friend
In the sky.
Why do you ignore me as if in
Quiet sorrow?

My dear, he spoke at last.
Why would I be sad?

Well, you never speak,
She answered.

Just because I am quiet does not mean
I am upset.
I enjoy your tales of life
And adventure.
I enjoy hearing your voice
And laughter.
I enjoy being here
For you
When no one else is.
Because you are at your happiest
When you are
Alone.

I am not alone, she said.
I have you.

But you do not need me here.
Like you said,
I never even speak.

I don’t think you understand, Moon.
I do not speak because
I want to hear myself.
I speak because
I want you to hear me.

Why, asked the Moon.

Because you almost never hear.
You may see someone
Peek out their window.
But they are praying to something
Above you.
You may see someone
Point towards you.
But in truth,
They are pointing to the stars beyond.

You are the closest to us all
Yet you remain so distant.
I suppose you do like the quiet.
But no one likes to be alone.