Moon

She sits up at night,
Wondering if he's ok
She stares out her window.
Dreaming is too much for her.

She looks at the sad moon,
Hoping he is looking at it, too,
Thinking about her,
Missing her laugh.

For he is in his room,
Silently staring at the blue moon,
Making his plan
To make her happy,
And make her cry,
Just like she makes him happy,
And makes him cry.

Are they meant to be,
You ask?
You be the judge.

A boy and a girl,
Not dreaming,
But living,
Both looking at the blue, sad moon.