Talking to the moon

It’s a full moon and she’s keeping me company tonight, shining in the sky ever so bright. 

It’s comforting, an old habit and also slightly romantic.

The line in Dear John might have shaped this romanticised image I have of the moon, because I like to think that somewhere in the world you’re looking at it too. 

She doesn’t judge, she doesn’t speak back - it’s just a shining beacon guiding my path. 

When all seems lost, she’s there. Are you waiting for me - somewhere out there? 

Just me, a cup of coffee, and a thought I can’t shake.

What’s yours?