I was staring into the night sky
Thinking about the person I
am, the person I should be,
Who I was and who
I am with you, and it
Was like looking around a
Mirrored room with me
Retreating endlessly away
In all directions.
In a way it was odd, since
Usually I can only see
You.
I started thinking about all
the infinite stars in the sky,
And I could feel myself disappearing,
Shrinking to one of a billion grains of
Meaningless sand, and so
When you woke and asked me
Why I was crying,
That's why I said because
I miss the moon.
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