I told the moon about you.

And it listened so intently.

Its silence is a welcome mat to my deepest desires.

Careful to share my full desires for fear, being vague leaves room for interpretation.

I told the moon about you.

And I wished more for you than for myself.

For even my desires require your consent.

I told the moon about you.

And I bared my soul in the glow of its light.

Hoping it would see just how deeply I felt.

I told the moon about you.

And I hope that you looked at it and thought of me.

The way I spend every waking moment thinking of you.

I told the moon about you.

As I lie in bed at night, I wish you were here with me.

Your presence silencing the screaming in my head.

Your touch just a reach away.

I told the moon about you.

Because it listened without judgement.

Gathering my wishes up in it glow.

As it caressed the world around it.

I told the moon about you.

And I hope one day.

You tell it about me too.