The Moon You Lost

I am not the moon.
But my love was brighter than the moonlight.
You always pretended to seek it,
but ended up settling in a shelter.
You resorted to counting stars through its windows,
and assumed they would shower enough light
to brighten up your life.

I am not the moon.
But my love was bright enough to be yours.
You say that you love the moon even in distance.
Yet you never noticed the moon in your backyard,
and ended up counting stars,
assuming that they would
brighten up your life.