The moon is dark,
It left me too.
The moon is gone,
Just like you.
The moon was mine.
Come back to me.
A tear falls.
Just let it be.
The moon went black.
The ground collects tears.
I cry your name.
I think it hears.
The moon has left.
I loved you most.
How could you think,
It was a hoax.
Jessie Hopkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-84/
