The moon knows me a little too well,
My deepest darkest secrets she is aware,
But one day I have experienced pain like no other,
I lost someone I loved.
I grieved into her arms, her presence wasn’t enough, no words were enough,
I shouted at the moon, thinking that nobody and nothing would ever understand what I’m going through,
The moon is quiet, silent, just like every other night,
But without words, she showed me that the sun, her eternal lover, dies every single day just for her to shine brightly at night.
The moon taught me about her own pain, the sacrifices the sun and moon makes,
The moon taught me to forgive people who offer their comfort but don’t really know what I’m going through,
The moon taught me about loss, that even though missing that person who is gone will never stop hurting, they are still with us in our very own hearts.
And lastly, the moon taught me that it does indeed get better, that the people who love me are like her stars, they keep her company through the darkness, and that is okay.