Staring at the sun
I wonder about the moon
How it always hides in the midst of happiness
How it always leaves when light creeps over the horizon
I cry
I bleed
I scream
But the moon will never hear, will it?
My hands wrap themselves around my head
As I wither in agony
No matter how much I yell for a beacon of hope
My only wish, my only sunlight will never be here
Leaves fall
Snow melts
A chrysanthemum dies
Time passes and my cries become evanescent
The sun and the moon
Two interstellar bodies that orbit one soul
Never once meet each other
But always evade the other's presence
I run
I yell
I hide
But two different entities will never meet