i was the moon, soft and steadfast,
lighting the way when the world grew dark,
whispering light into heavy hearts,
a quiet companion, never too far.

i cheered for the stars as they blazed their trails,
watched them shine and heard their tales.
i clapped for the sun, so bold, so bright,
though it never turned to share its light.

but no one cheers for the moon's pale glow,
its silent pull, its steady flow.
no one asks how it feels to fade,
to be a constant, then cast away.

and you—my sun, my best, my all—
you let me orbit, then let me fall.
i was perfect, wasn’t i? steady and true,
but even perfection wasn’t enough for you.

your light went cold, your voice turned still,
and now i drift, against my will,
in a sky too vast, without a sound,
searching for a tether, never found.

perhaps i’ll learn, in time, to glow
for myself, not for what i’ll bestow.
but tonight, i ache, a moon forlorn,
cheering others, yet mourning the scorn