You, me, and the Moon.

You, me, and the Moon.

I looked at the moon and I saw loneliness, 
The scar-like spots, 
Its attention seeking tides.

You looked at it and you saw the light,
You saw the images the spots make,
You told me about how life wouldn't be there without the tides.

And now where ever I am,
I never miss the moon,
I look at it and I see you.

In Picture: Full Moon from a beach in Goa.