he was an artist,
she was a poet.

he drew beautiful paintings,
she wrote melancholy poems.

he saw her, sitting outside a cafe,
quietly sipping her cup of coffee,
while gazing up at the blue sky,
occasionally looking back down
to write something in her journal.

later that night, he decided to go
for a evening stroll.  

he saw her sitting on a bench,
gazing up at the moon with
sad eyes.

he walked to the bench and
sat himself next to her.

she blinked once and looked
at him.  he smiled back and
silently nodded his head as a
greeting and she smiled back.

she looked back up at the moon
and said, "the moon is beautiful isn't it"

he looked up at the moon and replied,
"yes, i think it is beautiful how the
moon glows using the sun’s light
and the sun never asks for anything
in return."

she looks back at him again, and
smiles shyly while whispering,
"yes, i like it too."

he smiles back at her warmly and
looks back up at the moon.