poem

as i stare at the bright and shining moon
i think of you
do you ever do the same
do you think of me in that same moonlight
it's hard to believe that the moon looking down at me now is the very same that looked upon us those nights long ago
does the moon remember those nights as i
or are they forgotten in the darkness of the still nights
does the moon weep as i weep
do you even shed a tear