Through the thin white curtains

Over my window

I can see the moon.

I wonder if

From wherever you are

You can see it too.

Are you even looking?

Can you even see it?

Are you in a soft slumber

With your chest rising and falling.

Or are you watching t.v.

With the volume down low so you don't wake anyone up.

The screen casting colors over your half asleep face

Your glasses askew over your slowly closing eyes.

I wonder if you can see the moon.

And if you can

Does it make you think of me?