Do you ever feel like a fraud? I know less than I should know. I do less than I should do. And I am less than people think I am. I feel like a fraud.
Beautiful moon so bright, all alone at night.
Do you get scared? Or are you as brave as knights?
Ever feel lonely up there, or bored? Or do you enjoy the sight?
When it’s time for you to leave, do you cry? Or at least whisper goodbye?
Do you miss us? Think about us? Or wonder if we miss you?
Do you worry about us? Or wonder what we do?
Does it not frighten you to leave us, under the rays of someone new?
Does it matter what they might do?
I speak for myself when I say this, dear moon: I love when it’s just me and you.