One last look

Dear moon,

I have to spend a few minutes of my time with you just before i tuck myself under the sheets. Tomorrow, the world will be watching the super you.

Oh supermoon.

I cant resist not having a quickie date with you. You are up there ever so gleaming, i wonder why i stare at you with so much melancholy within.

The last time i took so much joy with your light was a quarter you overseeing two hearts with one soul sipping a cup of hot french vanilla.

And i wonder if, at any rate, the hands of time would bring me back to those arms, while i cherish the night i would have you over us.

Before i sleep, lemme stare at your beauty. And let him know that i am just here, just here, here, always.

No goodbyes.