Kelly J Massey
Moon Child Magic
He called her his sun,
but he never looked directly at her.
Only squinted in frustration
on days she shined a little too brightly,
and complained on days she hid.
He called her his sun,
but only bothered to look at her
when their time together was setting.
"She's beautiful."
She's gone.
He called her his moon,
and gazed at her lovingly.
Her shine thrilled him
on days she felt whole
and on days she didn't.
He called her his moon,
and waited patiently for her
to reflect the light and love he gave.
He understood that some days
are easier to love than others.
Art by Sketchii Studio
