Moonlight Reflection

June 30, 2016

She is your sun.

I was a solar eclipse passing through. Beautiful, but I could not provide the warmth you need to survive.

Because you are a tree.

She is your summer solstice.

Solace.

Something you could never find in me.

For I am the moon.

The only light you ever saw in me was from her reflection.

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