The moon is there and she is strong

She taunts the ocean
night after night
It makes waves that struggle to touch her, as I do.

The sea's Froth forming futile fingers  
that crumble

The moon is there and she is strong

You wish to need no one as she needs no one,
has never reached out
But many a time before she has been sought out

The ocean mourns her.
When she goes missing from the night sky.
Masochistic in its desire for her
But desiring her none the less

No longer a mirror without her
No longer a passionate body
No longer full of life

But ever reaching

The moon is there and she is strong

Her new face does not remember
She is ever forgetful
as you wish to be.

still that twinge of what is missing will not let you
It drowns everything you have come to be.
Like you were caught in a Tsunami.
The closest the ocean will ever come
to her.

She does not reach out

You unfold your arms and see her light through outstretched fingers

The ocean flails. It wants to touch her
First.
and Last.

You both will fail Neither will reclaim what they lost in her

The moon is there and she is strong

She does not reach out
She holds your missing piece in her palm.