The Moon

On opposite sides of the country's vast expanse,

We used to await the night sky's entrancing dance.

When stars would sparkle and the moon would soar,

We gazed at the same celestial objects, forevermore.

Connected in time and space, albeit fleetingly,

We conversed for hours, counting stars endlessly.

The distance seemed to shrink beneath their shimmering light,

Sharing our cherished songs, singing in the nocturnal height.

The moon above, a unifying presence in our sight.

Yet, our friendship has faded, lost in the past,

The support you once offered, now shadows cast.

But every night, the stars continue to gleam,

With the moon held high, as if in a dream.

Still connected, through its radiant glow's gleam.