Do you remember that day, the sun was setting and my head was pounding and we knew I'd have to go home soon. You were holding me close, you told me to rest but I couldn't, so you got out a notebook and you gave me a pen and told me to write down all the places I wanted to go, and see, and we'd go there, someday. You told me to never leave, you told me I was yours, and you held me tighter, speaking beautiful words behind my ear, funny how I'm lying here alone now, my head still pounding and my eyes burning, the moon is high and the sky is crying, now that sun has finally set, and I know now that, just like the moon, I'll never make it home, because the moon loved the sun dearly, but he can only reflect her light and beauty, never able to catch up with her, always a step behind, so he weeps, with the knowledge that not only will he never find home, but that without her, he has no home. Just like me.
