When I was so much younger, I told a girl I was in love with and leaving to move back to my home state, to look at the moon at night, so we can share that view. Yes, I was in love with her…and I still left. I can’t decide if I was extremely stupid, selfish, immature, desperate, afraid….lost. I think all of that and even more. I lost touch with her not soon after returning to my home. I fell into the same habits, and selfishness. Even without cell phones or social media back then, I could have, should have called her on the old fashion landline. But I didn’t. I threw her love away. Maybe I saved her the trouble of my issues years later?
We are fascinated by the moon. We write poetry, songs, sonnets, stories, myths and so on about it…or Her…or Him? I still see that face in it. I wonder if we all see that same face? We blame…Her (in my case) on weird behavior, bad decisions…or falling in love.
We feel lonely, destitute, or maybe hopeful because the reflection of the Sun at night reminds us that there will be a new day tomorrow and a chance to redeem ourselves, to try again? Or…maybe more of the same hopelessness, more of the dread returning to a place we don’t want to be at. (Toxic job, boring classes….a broken home?)
Now and then when I’m outside I look up at her, realizing that I will more than likely never leave this planet to explore what’s out there. I’m a prisoner on this asylum with so many others.
I also sometime feel comforted by her as she sails silently across the sky, and I only hear the night creatures and wind if I’m lucky. A nice late night thunderstorm in the distance is a nice bonus.
And then, on very rare occasions, does that girl I left behind ever think of me? Does she even remember me? The promise I broke? Or how I came back a year later to try and start up over again? (It was too late…)
Does she look at that moon and remember our brief time together? Is it with a small smile of better times? Or sadness? Maybe I prefer she doesn’t think of me at all.
Dear Moon, please comfort us late at night, and help us remember good memories and… help fade those bad ones. Keep shining up there as you glide silently until we drift off to sleep.