The Moon is Late Tonight

There's a chill to the air tonight, a cold that dances teasingly along my skin, a breeze that will caress my hair like the tender fingers of a loved one.

Surrounding me, embracing me in its dealthy grasp and as it creeps across my whole, I feel my chest tighten, my breath catch and grow rapidly.

And yet, the cold, the pain it brings, it was always so worthwhile just to see the way you shine.

I embrace it through the night, waiting for your arrival, longing to see you tonight with every fibre of my being.

Wishing to witness your beauty, your divine light and feel the warmth that fills my aching heart.

I wait for you and yet, the hours begin to pass, I wait for you but the night is dark and cruel this time.

With every agonising minute, the darkness takes from me, my vision, my hope and my smile.

Perhaps you are late? Maybe tonight would be the night you do not show?

My light, my moon, I came to see you every night and you always greeted me with such a loving shine, as you'd look down to me from above, you made me feel accepted, understood as I live a life in isolation from the world similar to your own.

I stand, growing disheartened by your absence, sorrow seeping through my mind as I give up on this chance encounter.

A soft glow emits from behind, casting my shadow across the ground and as I turn, I find you, a sheepish smile gracing your soft lips, a blush that tints your cheeks and eyes so full of life, of love.

My heart forces itself into my throat as I stand, gazing upon your beauty.

"My Moon" I whisper with half a step towards you.

"My Sun" you reply.