I took a picture of the moon,
with special thoughts of you.
On that special day,
The moon , that is, was blue.

I looked up at the moon today,
and happened to think of you.
It seems this rock had turned
a special type of hue.

The moon was there to remind me
of all the things we said.
It breaks my heart to write this;
I'd rather not cry instead.

Today you said your goodbyes,
as it has to be,
but I hope someday you glance at the moon,
and spare a thought for me.

The moon is there to remind us
of all the things we say,
it's always there a'listening
and it's always there to stay.