Talking to the Moon

I like sitting with the clear, little moon.
We understand each other, and don't ask
About pasts, which for us both is a boon.
I don't question her craters, or what task
Caused the blasts; and she doesn't mention my
Scars, or the glistening tears in my eye.

We are two contemplative companions
Thinking of all the ones we love, and loved,
I just talk to the moon, the champion
Of shining through dark. She rises above
Showing to me that I can still shine and
No matter what, things will always be fine.

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