I hear you early in your morning
When it is still my night;
Your day, just beginning,
While I’m still enjoying moonlight.
When the sun at last peers through the window,
It will find me sleeping, turned away
Someplace far where it can’t go;
Thus begins my day!
And there I hunker down and hide
Until it’s safely noon,
So that time will soon be satisfied
And once again give me the moon.
And then at last I live again —
Until the sun decides to end the show;
And my moon leaves me in the end,
Just like every one I know.
Writer In Retrospect 
I found the poem so light and dreamy. Until the closing line. Then, a dagger through my heart.
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Heartbreaking, Rachel. How lonely is your vigil. lamenting the loss and nurturing mere memories of happiness?
Yet, perhaps closer examination will uncover support, friends and allies that you had forgotten were there. Even the sun helps. Despite you and it not being on speaking terms right now, it still lights the moon, giving it a fullness for you to enjoy later.
Sure enough, it will.
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