My moon

 I'm here, sitting alone and crying, 

Wondering what went wrong.

I'm here, thinking and thinking, 

How much I miss her tone.

It was beautiful, like music to my ears.

When I'm writing this, my eyes full of tears.

The rain keeps going, and the thunder too,

Making me remember, the times that were fun, and bad too.

I miss her so much it hurts, 

Give me another chance, so you can be my moon. 

I don't need them hundreds like Jupiter, lost in a distant, bright sea,

I just need the gravity of your small moon, to set the tides inside of me.

A single light, close enough to guide the dark path beneath my feet,

Not a star that burns and then is gone, but a constant, faithful, gentle heat.

I want you as my moon, 

Please. Come back to me soon.