Dear Mr. Moon,
It’s me again.
It’s been a while since we’ve talked,
How have the stars been,
Any news about your astral kin?
I love to see your brightness,
There’s a certain beauty to the sky,
All wrapped in darkness for all but the silver haze of your eye.
Your eyes are beautiful,
I hope you know I mean with no reprement.
I know I can’t see them,
You simply deserve the compliment.
For, even when I am blinded by you,
My window fails your view,
Or the clouds act as shades,
It’s easy to imagine, the very glow of you.
Dear, Mr. Moon,
I wish I had to courage to speak more.
I know your gentle nature,
Is a tenderness I do adore.
Alas, I am halted by unwanted anxieties,
You’ve heard me rant like this before,
When the world feels so dark,
And there’s no light to guide my door.
But I know you are there,
That’s a memory that serves me well.
Your kindness is a reminder,
That the worries need not to dwell.
I start therapy tomorrow morning,
Something I fear to stay,
To tell another person,
For the response, I fear what they will say.
Dear, Mr. Moon,
I am afraid to be as plastic is to the sea,
Because if I am selfish,
What will become of me?
If I become less humble,
Will they believe me to be mean,
If I speak up,
Will I be even more annoying than I seem?
A therapist will tell me even more than you,
But there’s no guarantee they’ll bring the same comfort that you quite do.
Maybe it’s because of the responses in my head,
The dream-like state of sleepiness from the comfort of my bed.
But I am afraid for the words I will be told,
A prophecy I’ve been waiting for years to behold.
A new quest, a journey, a new guide to see,
I’m afraid but must embrace this newfound company.
Dear, Mr. Moon,
Thank you for our talks.
While it’s not as frequent as it was before,
You always know what to say,
And for that, I quite adore.
Dear, Mr. Moon,
I bid you farewell.
I hope you sleep sound in the night of which you dwell.
You’ve comforted me amidst this mess, let’s say,
You’ve treated me right, no matter what’s at bay.
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