Opposite sides of the moon

I would consider the moon and think,
“How lonely you must be!
Perhaps nearly as lonely as me?”
Fate was false, hope was history.

One night I sat with you and glanced at the moon
While passion existed so naturally.
Love was supposedly dead,
Yet air filled its lungs once again

The moment I fell for you.

Every night I regard the moon
And the distance disappears.
After all, you may too be gazing
At my same moon.

Remember when we were alone,
Each assured that’s all we could know?
I believe we always have been
Merely watching opposite sides of the moon.