Last Friday, when I heard he was leaving, the moon looked so sad, I wished there was a way to rember it forever. And there is. Writing it down.
The moon's shattered tonight. Hidden behind the thinnest of clouds, sorrow on her face. Tears of light are flung, shot across the sky. Half of the moon is crying, and so am I. In my head are the words of a hurtful, final goodbye.
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