Luna

Dear Moon,

It's been a while since I've seen you,

I guess the thrill of the chase had to end sooner or later, right?

You always did say the sky was a little too small to for the both of us.

I'm still reminiscing about the last time the stars aligned and our worlds eclipsed,

finding it hard to find solace in the idea that we never were meant to live in the same sky.

In truth, it hasn't been the same since you left.

I haven't been the same.

Days are gloomier,

my rays can't extend itself the way they used to,

even the clouds are crying in your absence.

Why didn't you say goodbye?

I'm trying to convince myself that you left with all the right intentions,

with all my best interests.

You always wanted me to take center stage.

So that I can shine a little brighter,

love a little harder,

and finally give my whole self to the world,

instead of always hiding behind the clouds and running away when life got hard.

You were always the one to save me from the darkness.

I couldn't help but shine my brightest while I was with you.

And I really owe all the best parts of me

to you.

But everyday as the sky starts to set on the earth's horizon

I still catch myself lingering into the night time

hoping that I might catch a glimpse of you again.

I know it's wishful thinking but I can't help but believe we're still owed

one last eclipse.