I sit alone looking at my friend the moon.
He’s always there during the night for me.
Soft music playing in the background sets a mood.
All my memories come to mind and I feel her next to me.
Her hand taking mine as we sit together silently.
The moon knows my moods and changes colors as in sympathy.
I say good night to my friend and my love.
A single tear rolls down my cheek as I begin to fall sleep.
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