The moon is always on my shoulder hanging softly as I sleep.
I look for her when I awake from the peril of midnight heat.
In that dark I ask aloud if this life is all I get.
The moon turns bright, I turn to cry before the answer sets.
My heartbeat now feels choking and like a mimicry.
I write this night like every other as just a painful dream.
When morning comes, I feel the sun though I only see its shine.
I miss the moon and the things she gives, the way the night is mine.
I cary her light inside my chest to keep the midnight nigh.