though miles apart
I wonder
if she sees this same moon
that I see.
this brilliant full
silver
coin in the sky.
we used to talk about the moon.
we used
to say go to a window
and look
out.
do you see what I see.
do you feel
what I feel.
tell me it's all true.
tell me that you see the moon,
through the trees,
above the roof,
tell me you feel
the same
as I do.
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