The moon will always symbolize this
Because it reminds me of you,
The pale blank surface like your flawless skin,
The giant craters compared to your countless freckles covering your nose.
I feel certain that sometimes I see a face staring down at me from the night sky,
And I hear that familiar laugh
See the beautiful brown.
Sometimes I even feel those warm hands on my face,
Wiping away my ever-falling, meddlesome hair
And then the undescribable sensation of your lips pressing on mine.
Now my trance ends,
I look up at the moon and something is missing,
But as I turn around I swear I could hear that familiar laugh.
