Have you looked at the moon tonight? Tell me you have, just for my sake. It's been a year. I've spent my time with it every night since then, without fault. Sometimes I try to forget, I try not to look, but as if wanting to disobey I find my eyes drifting to it. It fills my thoughts in the dark of night, keeping me awake. Is it self inflicted torment? My heart aching, but glad of the vision, lives for a moment as one with it, then to fall again, then to remember the moon is out there, unreach...
