Many suns ago, I lost my moon.
My moon, the rest of my being,
The other half of who I claim to be.
My greatest peace of me, and yes
I mean peace.
The evident light that filled my darkest craters.
The rest of my sentence,
Each time I opened my mouth
As if ingesting holy water,
You filled me up.

Too many suns ago, I lost my moon.
So long ago that I have learned to keep up with the sun.
Not only the sun, but everything he claims to be.
He leaves staggered directions all around me.
The sun is vicious, for he can not feel.
At least, not like you, my moon.
That ****** sun.
He will hold you or he will destroy you.
All I truly want is to be held.
Sweet moon, will you ever hold me again?
The sun has deceived me,
and I fear that he always will.