The moon is not mine tonight, yet still, I watch it rise.
The luminescent curves peer over the Earth unfolding the secrets hidden within. Disseminating beams radiate throughout every single continent. The moon can never stabilise with just one, it seeks the undeniable attention from the rest. The moons future has been decided, not by faith, by choice, and I know my continent cannot be seen within the moon’s future. My prevailing plans I craved to discover and explore with the one moon I thought would be life-long. Though it had not hidden from the Earth, it had hidden from me.
Another woman’s baby will have the eyes of the man I cried oceans for. I cannot deny, yet I cannot digest. That moon will be the topic of grief, the topic of heartbreak, the topic of betrayal…the topic of love. True love.
The moon is not mine tonight, yet still, I watch it rise.