The moon is beautiful tonight
And not a soul in this crowded parking lot seems to notice.
His eyes on her, her eyes on tomorrow -
Obscenely loud music trapped between tinted windows -
Children tiptoeing along a tightrope crack in the pavement -
And us.
While walking towards your car, I consider mentioning that
The moon is beautiful tonight -
But what I see is meant for self-discovery or not at all.
You look at me and smile.
I will always admire the way her glow is so generous to
Those unaware of the way she fills their eyes.
A delicate modesty.
You open my door
And I am thankful
But can’t help wishing to be with someone who notices that
The moon is beautiful tonight.