The moon is a mystery, Somewhat like you, The moon is something I would try to put together peace by peace until I found a clue, But that clue only led me to you. I was confused and wondered why but I never questioned the moon because the ending was soon to come by. I would follow the moon as it followed you, As time passed I would enjoy the walkes we had with the moon everynight, Until one night the walkes slowly came to an end, the moon became tired and so did you, but I kept walking until the path came to an end. Alone, scared, lost, the moons light had gone dim and dark, but I kept walking until there was nothing more to walk, as time past I grew tired of the same walks and same path that only reminded me of where I used to laugh, where I used to smile and hope that time would never pass, but I kept walking hoping you would come back. For the moon was never the one that kept me going.