Same Moon

My second (and hopefully better) variation of this idea

Heavenly bodies float around
The sky without light,
Thought that matters not to me
Except for the moon dangling among the clouds.

I wonder how many times
I've stared out at the moon,
I wonder how many times
You've stared out at it
And wondering if I'm doing the same.

Sometimes I think I see the moon
Casting out threads
To those staring out at it.
And I wonder.

Maybe, Just maybe,
If I pulled hard enough on that thread
If you would come back to me.
But I know that won't happen.

So for now
I wonder,
And stare out at the moon.