Envy the Moon

Black sheets cover my bedroom window.

They contrast the faint moon,

barely visible behind thin threads.

Looking up I wonder,

do you think we existed

beyond the realm of what we know,

and that’s why we could never last?

These words echo in my mind,

a linguistic portrayal of our past.

Still staring out the window,

I think to myself

I envy the moon.

She has seen everything,

she exists through it all.

If only I could embody a lunar glow,

maybe my soul, love, eternity,

would be as vast.

I lay my head down,

the sheets beside me are cold and vacant.

And in your absence,

I’ve found comfort.

Josephine Winterstein is a San Diego native who enjoys playing music in her spare time and writing about life experiences.