when the sun loved the moon

i watch him watch another girl the way the sun chases the moon. he waits each day for that fleeting moment of contact, when they both exist at once, smiles as they walk towards each other and then continue on their different orbits crossingly again only when she decides to shine so he can rest. he worries constantly, about texts back and hidden meanings. when it's been too long since he's seen her he begins to dim.

and i watch him, a mere star among the many, wondering why i compete with a rock when i shine so much brighter. we're made of the same stuff, the brilliant energy of perfectly landed jokes and warm comfort of necessary hugs, yet he lusts for the cold.

maybe one day i'll go supernova, brighter than anything he's ever seen, and he'll wonder what he was thinking passing up the chance with me