The Moon & A Text

Last night I reached for my phone and I texted them when I saw the moon through the clouds. It was the most awe inspiring thing I had seen in a long time. The moon was huge and of a pinkish hue, made ominous by the overcast. 

I didn’t think about how this person may not want to talk to me, or how they had set boundaries, my only thought was “They have to see this because it will inspire them to write..” I wanted them to share that moment with me. 

I longed to hear their thoughts about it, wished I could see their eyes and reaction as they gazed upon it. They replied back. Something simple, but it filled my heart with happiness.

It actually inspired me to write something quickly. Something metaphorical that reminded me of my relationship with this person. Our lapses in conversation, how we never really had to apologize, just kept going like time had stood still till we interacted again. They acknowledged the poem too…. I was on a roll…

There was a time where we would share such moments. Miles apart, but looking at the same sky, thinking and wondering. Always going back to our lives, complicated, but made perfect because we had each other to rely on. I miss that… 

I think deep inside we all look up to the sky and think back to someone or something special. A connection to a beautiful celestial object that reminds us of the one we have here on earth. 

I hope they read this. Not for the sake of being sentimental, but so they see that I want nothing more than to inspire them as they have inspired me. 

They believe that they will never be loved, without really knowing how much they truly are…  

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