Inconsistence

Love letters from the moon

My love,

I have come to realize that I cannot expect you to jump the stars. You can never ask an astronaut  not to return to the earth.

I am never something you look up to the night sky to touch, I am something of an object. You marvel over the way I shine but do not want to become close enough to see my craters. From far away, I am a perfect and something that cause you joy. From close up you find yourself lost in my imperfections and love me less. And you don't have that much left to give.

 I am something you paint, as you remember me, because I'm gone every day for you to miss me even more, you do not take pictures. You paint a dark night with a silver goddess shining through the blackness.

I am not something you touch.

I am just something you think you can