I can't help but to ask,
"Have you forgotten
all of those memories
that we both once had?
All of those dreams
that we both made up?
When everything,
including us,
was based
on forever?"

And now every night
I cry to the moon,
saying to Her,
"Do you remember us?
Do you remember how
I loved her tremendously?
Moon, you witnessed it all",
but all that the moon
does
is look the other way,
hiding Her tears.

Even the moon knew
you loved me . .