Selenophile

We sat there on the beach that day,

lost in our own little world.

Hands wrapped around each other,

listening to the waves crashing on the shore.

The stars twinkled above,

as we poured our souls out

relishing every word,

etching the moment in our minds.

‘Look at the moon’ I said.

‘I am’, he said

his eyes fixed on mine,

a slow smile playing on his lips.

‘Will you miss me tomorrow?’

I asked, sadness tugging at my heart.

‘I will’ he said,

stroking my cheek with his thumb.

‘But then I will look up to the night sky,

to the moon shining bright

reminding me that no matter where you are,

we are looking at the same beautiful sight’.