The Moon And Me Poem by Manauwer Raza

I was talking to the moon
Just this very night
Telling him how much
I admired its light

And then without warning
Much to my dismay
The moon got all teary-eyed
And asked me to look away

It said I had no idea
How lonely it gets up there
Watching lovers all over the world
Every night of the year

But it quickly recovered
And apologized in shame
I told him I understood
Loneliness was my middle name

We exchanged our stories
Long into the night
Then the clouds brooded up
And the moon dimmed its light

But I knew we'd meet again
We share an emptiness
And we both hide it well
Under the cover of darkness

Now we meet each night
The moon and I
It seems happier now
From when I first saw it cry

When I look at the sky
It's the first thing I see
And when it looks down '
I know its looking at me

And so it goes
Night after night
I give it my company
And it gives me its light