A Morning on the Moon

walking on the moon one day, I saw you standing alone. your hands were shoved into your pockets and your feathery hair fell to your shoulders; I had never seen anything so beautiful. you looked up at me and I glanced away. with two long strides you reached my side, your invisible fingers brushed my cheek. I saw a tear slide down your face, and I nearly said something but then you were gone. when I got home that morning, I found a flower on my table.
two days earlier, you returned. I was the only person who didn't welcome you. you probably thought that I was being rude, but I simply didn't know what to say. I spoke to every butterfly that passed on my way home, but they all just flew away, whispering to one another. when I reached home, I found a flower on my bed.
I woke up the next night and I knew I had to get out of there. I ran until I could fly and I flew as far as the sun, I left a piece of my heart there, wishing on a shooting star that no one would ever find it. I held the world up in the palm of my hand and I searched for a single person who didn't have anyone to love, but none seemed to share my fate. no one was alone, except for me. even in my loneliness I was alone.
sitting on my roof that night, my mind left me to drink from the milky way. when it returned, it found you sitting beside me on the rooftop, holding my blue hands in your invisible grip.
you traced something onto my back and asked me if I knew what it was. when I told you I did not, you laughed and leaped up off my roof, walking away into the night. I watched you leave, and my heart cried out- don't leave me. but you never heard.
the next day you returned, holding in your hand something that glowed as bright as the sun, that shone with a light like the rings of saturn. it was the piece of my heart that I had left for dead, a part of me that I had only recently forgotten.
and you took my heart and stitched it back together, then taking my hand you led me to the land at the end of the rainbow. and though we never found a pot of gold, nor any leprechauns, I was never disappointed because I found something better. I found you.