Lunar

There is not enough space inside your lunar soul. It seems so luminous, so beautiful but has no light of its own. You can't fit me there anymore, having traded a diamond star for this replacement. I don't know why you did this, traded emotion for the emotionless. Traded the fertile for the barren. Traded love, my love, for detachment. You made the wrong deal with the lying skies. You could have brushed eternity, if you'd held onto my hand. But you didn't, you switched off. You don't want light anymore. You despise illumination, you can't stand the shadow that it throws behind you. I can. And I miss you, with your jewel-star heart, your sparkling emotions - good and bad. Please come back to me, my everything, I miss you. Forget all about your illusion of space.