“Why do you love the moon so much?” I asked.
he was staring at it the same way I stare at him
when he is not looking,
and this made me wonder if he ever gazes at me,
the same way I do at him,
when I am not looking.
“It give me peace,” he said,
still not looking at me.
“Is that all?
You gaze at its sight the same way
I want you to gaze at me and the only
thing it does is give you peace?”
I could feel a fire igniting in my lungs.
“Unlike you, it has always been with me.”