Post #924

As a kid I always thought that the moon is walking with me, the moon shines and looks at me The moon is pretty Maybe I'll be beside her one day Then my wish came true she came to me as a human; bright, shine, nurturing, protective and beautiful We enjoyed and shared a lot of things... Including ourselves emotionally I loved her shine She loved my graceful love But some things are better for just admiration and not beside us Maybe the moon shines but refracts Maybe the moon is only beautiful from a far away But I didn't cared for such things One day I knew it was time We climbed the stairs of heaven a journey full of struggles and love and we reached a point where sunset could be seen by both of us Evening shining reddish we thought it's full of flame in which two perished She never came to know that she was moon for me I turned my head to her, she was fading away... Toe to collarbone already gone I asked her Sunset is beautiful isn't it? And I was left wondering.. As always, what she would have said if she replied. And the night came I admired the moon's beauty But this time I knew it is only beautiful from a far away.. But how do I tell her that.. Still I want to eat her pancreas