Last night, the Man in the Moon appeared in my window.
He was gazing at a photo of me.
Curious about who I may be.
I enjoyed the stillness of the night.
He was content with being so bright.
All that was heard were the lightbulbs whispering about.
All I could see was him. His entirety.
He tugged on my heart strings and I on his craters.
He opened his Mare Nubium and blew me a gentle kiss.
I tucked it in my pocket and walked on through the night.
Feeling hollow like the moon.
Photo by Carl. Words by Ashley.
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