Starcrossed

I sing to the moon in the dead of the night,
when it is quiet enough to hear my own truths.
I tell the stars of how you will be
the greatest loss of my youth.
They shoot far from me with nothing hopeful to say
because they, too, know everything goes away.
The moon confesses its greatest love
was a small, far away star above.
He says he hasn't seen her for awhile
but he misses the brightness of her smile.
I bite my tongue to keep the truth to myself
because I know love dies like everything else.