The Moon

Although the moon goes through phases,

Nothing fazes the moon.

The crickets continue to incessantly chirp.

I am not the moon.

I see the moon every night, though,

And it watches me go through phases of my own.

Sometimes the silence is deafening.

I am not the moon.

Sometimes the moon and I converse,

Conversations deeper than any ocean.

I wish they saw me like the moon does,

I could never be the moon.

The moon never thinks any less of me,

Its gaze is unrequited.

Sometimes I can feel the moon's steady gaze.

You are the moon