Your eyes shined, bright. I turned off the lights and wrapped myself in your arms like they were soft blankets, engulfing me in warmth and peacefulness. I was at home in your arms, a peaceful serenity. Safe and comfortable, your heart beat rocking me to sleep. Nothing was as beautiful, nothing was as sad. The sun was out, the room was bright. Daylight wasted hiding behind the moon. Your eyes were the moon, and I wanted to get lost. I could see your pain. I could see your happiness. No tears, no teeth. Your eyes were the moon, your arms were my home. If your eyes were not the color of the moon, if your arms weren't my walls, I'd be okay. The sadness never left us, but we let it be. Sometimes the moon hides. And when you closed your eyes, I looked up to the sky, it was as if I was young again. "Mommy, where's the moon?" But it would always come back. And in your arms I hoped it would always return. I hoped the moon wouldn't leave again. "Mommy! Look, the moon is following us!" She'd laugh. The moon followed me all the way to you, and I stared so much you became the sky, and your eyes were the moon. And I hoped they would always return. You kissed me as you left, your eyes closing and the moon hiding. And then I was okay. And then the moon went away, and I waved, because it would always come back.
