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The moon was lonely. The one he loved, the sun, was always at the other end of the sky, and they could never meet, no matter how hard he tried. He would sink and she would rise. He was dark and she was day. The world slept while he shone. He waxed and waned and sometimes disappeared entirely.

Am I chasing a love that I could never attain?

Where I’m the dark, lonely moon, and you’re the bright, loved sun.

Are we just worlds apart?

Never meant to be.

A story with no end, a pen that went dry to tell no tale.

A cold distant heart that melts under the fiery touch of love, to come to vanish so swiftly.

A gravitational force of love that became a tension to push the other away.

Passing through my fingers like grains of sand, slowly slipping and flowing from my hand.

A broken branch that will never grow again, never find the root in the spring rain.

Mere puddles under the summer sun, be gone by the day’s end.

Moving on like leaves in autumn, lost and forgotten till next season.

Falling like a headsman’s axe, my thoughts roll, never finding peace.

Not without you. This life could not be done.