I am a silver moon. You are my world. If you do not desire this gravitational pull any longer, then I shall take myself elsewhere. I can find another planet to orbit my heart around. Someone who does not consider me to be a meteor. I won’t crush you with the dead weight of my soul anymore. I’ll find someone else. Someone who loves me like an astronomer loves his telescope. Seeks me out like his telescope is always searching for constellations and shooting stars. I will find someone who wants to be my world. Someone who does not orbit around me, but orbits in the same direction that I am headed. Someone who shares and loves me and my world. I am a silver moon. You were a planet. I will find my blue moon. It is caught in a rare sight that only comes around once in a while. When your moon goes beneath the earth and its shine glows bright enough for me to see it. I am waiting for a lunar eclipse. So I can find the blue moon that completes my silver one.