There she sat.
On the chair next to her big window
with her cup of tea in her hands
and her knees close to her chest.
She looked outside.
It was dark
But she could still see.
Because there was moonlight.
She looked at her tea for a second
then back at the moon.
"Why do I feel so lonely sometimes?" she asked him.
"I'm glad I have you. At least you look out for me and listen to me when no one else does."
She smiled a little and drank her tea.
Even tho the moon could not talk
she still felt like he was a friend.
Her only friend.
- e.o.
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PoetryLife is a mystery. I write poems/texts about what I see, feel or hear. This book may not be something special to you, but it is to me. # 8 in happiness 16 Aug 2019 #7 in poetry 27 Oct 2019 #2 in mypoems 10 Nov 2019
