WHAT IS MOON MADE UP OF?

the moon had always known my name
before you ever spoke it aloud

it waited for me over my balcony
while I was learning the shape of loving you

Maybe the moon, is made up of unsent messages
The ones I typed beneath that moonlight
and erased when your replies came late
or softer than my longing deserved!

tell me, moon�"
art thou watching him as thou watchest me?

we used to sit in different cities, Yet under the listening the same song
I remember your voice, how it wrapped around my nights

Maybe the moon is made of longing
of the hands that belong to my hands, holding tightly
with the protection that still lingers like a ghost on my skin

Are you looking at the moon too?
or hath the night forgotten to remind thee of me?

Sometimes I think we are never apart�"
We're in different corners Of the same dream

Maybe the moon is made up of regret
of the words stopped at the throat, which came in form of tears
made up of apologies
that arrived too late and
the silences
which were louder than fight

I whisper to the moon�"
about the things I could not say to you
for fear thou wouldst not understand
and it listens.

There are nights when even your memories feel too distant It's too distant..
when the time like wounds and the missed moments like betrayal

Maybe the moon is made up of emptiness
of conversations that never happened
Of calls that ended too soon
of wondering if you are smiling in a world where I do not exist beside you !?

tell me�"
how much of me have you already forgotten under this same moon?

and then�" something shifts
not in you not in the sky
but in the way my heart begins to fracture

maybe the moon is made of betrayal
not yours�"
but of distance
of fate
of the cruel geometry of being alive in different places

and I realize�"
even the moon is not whole
it only pretends to be.

I look up again but this time it feels different
quieter; closer; almost… inside

maybe the moon is made of phases
of emptiness we must endure
to feel full again

maybe it was never above me
maybe it was always within�"

this ache…
this longing
this endless, unwavering love

you are still my moon

but tell me�"

if I close my eyes
and reach for that glow inside my chest…
will it feel like you
or just the pieces of me
I could never give away?