Today you hung low in the sky,
And you reminded me of me.
With a thin, shadowy veil,
And only a sliver to be seen.

You seemed to reach for Jupiter,
The same way I reach for my dreams.
You stretched across the morning,
Hopelessly, it seemed.

Oh, last quarter crescent,
We are so very much the same.
We hide our many intricate details,
Revealing little more than our name.

You hung your head low in the sky,
With the sun glowing from your seams.
Today, you reminded me of me,
The morning of ten twenty-eight sixteen.