As life goes, so do I

Almost an Eclipse love story

You'd tell me that I was your moon, 

this beautiful shining stone you'd thought you could never have.

You did once, when you were little

 as your mother fed you spoonfuls of the moon

instead of airplanes and rockets that would get you there.

I thought that if I kept giving you spoonfuls of reassurance

you'd be able to imagine "us" together. 

An "us" where we were under the same sky, 

where finally both of us had crossed the distance.

I'd look at you as my sun,

a wonderfully bright star that I'd thought would shine my way always.

And for a time, I had you 

as I'd find the warmth and sunshine wherever I went.

I thought that if I were to lose you

the world would be dimmer, colder, and unalive. 

So as the sun bids goodbye and dips below the horizon, 

you too, had to eventually let go to shine and live your life on the other side of the globe. 

Like the weather,

my eyes were downcast.

I had stopped looking up at the sun for a time.

But oddly, in a timely way,

there was a full moon soon after we ended it.

So large and bright, 

it was a curious thing to that its light hadn't dimmed. 

Instead, it was luminescent!

Moonlight dancing on the bricks, 

a tangible, ethereal sight to behold. 

I could only stare in awe at how beautiful she is

there in the sky, in the world just as she is. 

And she stayed the same the next morning!

Even with the sun, rising across from her. 

My light had not dimmed as I thought it would.

And the world looked even more beautiful than it did before.

If only the moon could convey to the sun,

how  grateful she is for the relationship they once had.

It reminded her of the light she always had, and how much her light can grow.

If only there are more ways for the moon to say that she will always love the sun.