My Moon

I was always enamored with the moon

How he seemed to smile lovingly upon me

And made me feel secure, following behind or beside, everywhere I travelled

But then came the day, walking me home beneath that trusted friend, when I told you my thoughts about the moon

And all you could do was laugh at me, mocking my affinity for him, correcting my inaccuracies and telling me that there was no man in the moon, humans are just programmed with a facial recognition system  

And you were right

Because in that moment, under his trusted glow, I was able to see your two faces

So I let my moon guide me home 

E.A. O'Connell