Moonlight

Every night, the moonlight hits my bedsheets so soft, you could hear it sigh.

Will I ever get tired?

Of seeing this moon shine through my window, every single night?

It's beautiful, so raw, makes me escape reality

The only thing that separates us is the sun

That sun, keeps me from my good thoughts

But what if one day, the moon never showed up?

Would I question the light to look for the dark?

Or would I write to him, like all I do to be with him.