I stare intently into the moon at night,
The only being that keeps you near,
I whisper gently so my words take flight,
And nestle carefully around its ear.

I ask it to show you what I had been,
To the almost nothing I became,
To show you the halfling others have seen,
Roaming the dark whispering your name.

I complete my prayer every night,
By asking the moon to let you know,
I miss you dearly but I'll be alright,
Distance is but room for love to grow.

I pray the moon lend its ear,
To my late tales and lament,
May it shine bold and clear,
When your return is imminent.