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Dear Moon,
*
I think I’ve waited
a long time
to write to you.
*
You’ve been there
every night,
steady and unchanged,
but I’ve kept quiet,
as if you weren’t speaking.
*
Still,
*
I know you’ve seen everything—
people crossing oceans,
people falling in love,
people crying when they thought they were alone.
*
I know you saw
the same happen
to me.
*
I don’t have
anything grand
to give you,
no gossip or stories.
*
Just this:
*
I notice you.
*
I look for you,
even on nights
when it's impossible
to find you.
*
Somehow,
*
it matters
that you’re
always there,
that you keep showing up,
even when I don’t.
*
So,
*
tonight,
*
I’m finally
answering back.
*
Thank you
for waiting.
*
Forever yours,
the one at the window.


Comments (3)
"The one at the window" I love that line. Such a sweet poem.
The moon and the sun are our friends when one thinks that there are no others. Good job.
Awww, the moon would be so touched by this. Loved your poem!