You know, I told the moon about you each night, as though you shone a light so intense you got more brilliant with each passing day.
One day the moon asked me, "Well, why isn't your light here with you?"
I chuckled and replied, "Why moon! You know as much as I we have to keep the things we love, that burn bright, father away, so that they cannot be blinded by our night."
He pressed on, "But you shine so well when you talk of him?" I shook my head silently.
But this is how the moonless nights came to be; Mr. Moon searching after you, then slowly coming back to me.
Surely, the energy you bear leaves him awestruck, just as you leave me.
For him to go chase after after you, just to peak at my day.
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