Thank you for being one of the constants I experience in this life.
All my new anxieties are new still.
They have yet to subside.
You make things a little easier, though.
From my bed, I see you perfectly.
When you're there, I raise my hand and it's as though I can touch you.
It feels like I have the moon at my fingertips and the stars at my bedside.
I know that I can't quite reach you,
I know that I can't quite reach you, but it's nice to think I will one day be able to.
On nights when I don't see you, I comfort myself with thinking that you're keeping some other soul company.
I don't own you.
I don't own you. I can't be selfish.
I don't own you. I can't be selfish. Besides, you always come back.
I speak to you, sometimes.
I'm not sure if you're listening, but I like to think that you do.
Maybe you speak to me too and I'm just too human to hear you.
There are secrets between me and you,
There are secrets between me and you, secrets meant only for the moon.
One day, I'll meet you.
I'll join you,
I'll join you, and I'll listen to your secrets too.