Hey moon, do you see him from up there?
Is he happy?
Is he sad?
Is he also looking at you while thinking of me? Does he ask himself, “is someone out there?”
Will he have the patience to wait for our right timing — if there’s even such a thing.
Will he pursue music or something about science?
Where will we meet?
Is he even real?
Why do I ask many random things?
Hey moon, why do I think of stupid things whenever I see you shine up there?
Help me moon to stop my crazy brain.
And please? Watch him for me.
Good night steadfast.