Dearest Moon,
I am overwhelmed that you exist. Last night I watched you from my bedside window. I felt a desperate urge to capture you forever. I did not want to forget how you were in that moment. Radiant, complex, alive. I wanted to show you to everyone and anyone, but I looked around and realized I was utterly alone. There was no way for me to reach out and take a piece of you to share. You were too far away. Oh to be the trees that are taller than I and closer to you; to be the clouds that have you nearby; to be the stars that sleep beside you.
I am overwhelmed because I have not yet suffered the loss of you, but I know there will be a day. A day when it will be a betrayal to wake, because you have not. A day when even the brightest sun will be dimmed by the lack of you. I have only one request then, and if you cannot accomplish it I beg of you to lie to me. Dearest Moon, will you wait for me to go first? I am selfish and a coward, but I cannot think of a way to be without you. Worse, I do not wish to think of a way that I can be without you, so please, wait for me. Do not fall from the sky just yet.
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