The foot prints on the moon are permanently engraved into the soil
Just as the tire tracks from our technology will not disappear
For the moon has no wind
It is steady and unchanging
Like knowing the sun will rise each day
And the moon will guide our darkest nights
It's as unwavering as the alignment of constellations
And the gravitational pull of planets
But what if...
One day the sun did not rise;
And the moon did not lead us in darkness
What if the traces left on the moon
Were all mysteriously erased?
Like one day waking up to an empty bed
With the suitcases gone
And no trace of that person at all