I believe I always have late-night conversations with the moon all night long.

I never skip, not even a single night sitting alone in my nook to glimpse his brightest silver illumination while hugging my pillow and holding my book like a little child that is ready to hear some lullabies to fall asleep.

Even if he never answer my questions, I still always ask him (the moon) how your day went through; because I believe he’s watching on your window too.

He never says anything than shining the world at night because he might be just a good listener. That’s why aside from asking him questions, I also read my poems about you to him—hoping he relays you my message and connects you to me, and that’s what I always do.