He comes to see us with his cheeky smile.
Winning his hide and go seek game with the sun.
The sparkling stars are nothing compared to him.
Where else do I look with a broken heart?
You seem to absorb me, and guide me.
All the secrets pour out of my heart.
You understand everything about me.
Without you, I fall apart.
Doctor Moon, what's your prognosis?
Should I fill the streets with tears?
He doesn't speak back, but I know he nods politely.
He stares back with knowledge and light.
Reading me like a book.
The stars twinkle around him,
Trying to catch his attention.
But all he focuses on is me.
Thank you Mister Moon.
Thank you so much.
The shoulder I cry on,
The ears who listen in.
The one I trust,
With all my secrets.
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