The Letting Go Poem

As I look up into the moon’s eyes,

The chill of the night loses its sting.

Though you let me go long ago,

I could still feel your warmth clinging to me.

After all, it used to be your eyes I looked into

As the moon would watch us from far away.

She saw right through those eyes deep into our souls.

And now that I have finally let you go,

I realize that I do not need you to look back into hers.

Something I’m sure she knew all along.

Thank you, dear moon, for sharing your soul with me.