Page 57 of Our Moon
On these days, I talk to her for hours. I tell her about my days, I tell her how much I miss her. I tell her how beautiful she still is and how much I will always love her. Some days I just lay my head on her bed, hold her hand and cry. I cry for what she’s lost, for what we’ve lost. I cry because she has no idea, no idea what’s happened.
Today, I’m bringing my guitar with me. I wrote a song for her. I don’t usually write lyrics, and I don’t know that she can really hear me, but I’m still nervous.
I pull the light blue, faux suede arm chair up to her bedside and unpack my guitar. I pluck a few strings, making sure it’s tuned right, as I get myself situated. Then I begin.
Lying here with you,
It’s better than I imagined it would be.
Waiting here with you,
How worthwhile I know it will be.
Under our moon,
Promises made.
Under our moon,
A love I wish had stayed.
Now you’re gone,
But not that far away.
You’ll come back,
It’s all I ever pray.
Under our moon,
Promises made.
Under our moon,
A love I wish had stayed.
I’m left here missing you,
And no one understands.
The pain I feel every day,
It’s all in someone else’s hands.
Under our moon,
Promises made.
Under our moon,
A love I wish had stayed.
Baby, come back to me,
And happy we will be.
Baby, please,
