Moonlight

*After You Left Me* I realized that the sun is too honest , it shows the empty space on your side of the bed and the dust settling on the things we used to share. But when the world goes dark and the *Moonlight* spills across the floor, everything softens. The jagged edges of your absence blur into shadows, and for a moment, the world feels whole again. The moon is the only thing that looks exactly the same as it did when you were here. It’s a cold, distant constant in an ever changing void. I sit in its silver glow, letting the ambient stillness wash over me, imagining that you are looking at the same cratered surface from wherever you are now. It’s the only bridge I have left. In this pale light, I don't feel the need to move on or to be strong. I can just exist as a silhouette in a world that belongs to the ghosts. The sun will rise and bring back the reality but for now, I’m safe here, bathed in the quiet reflection of everything we lost..... --- *Moonlight*