The moon was soon to be my lover:
"The great pusher and puller"
On a sad day in November,
I gave up my surrender.

As long as I was safe here,
their companion blue sphere,
they knew I wasn't going to fade.
Always thought that I would stay.

Soft pink ribbons fill my head
Light beams falling on the bed
But I could only see them
through a shaded lense.
I don't know when that began.

As the months grew longer
they watched me wander
from somewhere much farther away.
And now we're lonely.

Their love was fuller and faster,
retreating and waining.
Sunlight reflecting,
then raining and raining
I love you, I'm sorry
I hate you, don't leave me
My absence grew fonder
than staying and grieving

Then I was gone
I don't like myself when I'm away
I wonder where did we go wrong
Always thought that I would stay