When she stayed up late to talk to the moon, it was hardly ever about something happy. She was always grateful for that. It was the one time throughout the day when she could let down her masquerade. Whenever he came licking at her window, he never had expectations of her. He didn’t come to laugh or to have fun, he only came because she was she.
In return, she didn’t really have any expectations of him either. When it rained on her, the moon never tried to shield her. He just sat next to her till he was dripping too, and she was grateful for that. When she talked and talked he did not get bored, nor did he often reply. He just hung at her window like a spotted rabbit, an old friend who always came unannounced but always welcome.
Tonight the sky was particularly misty but the moon stopped by her window anyways. He had missed her since last night, and knew she felt the same. They sat at her bedroom window, eating cheese crackers off the windowsill. Tonight the conversation was, as usual, hardly a cheery one.
She spoke to him of the ghost that once was. He still visits her long after he’d disappeared, always coming uninvited in the worst of times. She told the moon how it felt when he passed through her, how every cell in her body tingled as she inhaled him, and how a moment later he had left, leaving her emptier than before.
She cuddled up to the moon when her tears came. He never judged her when she cried, he never even tried to rub off the tears as they slid down his smooth surface. He left them there to dig their way, leaving tracks that became part of him, reflected forever on all of Earth. He hardly talked when she did, but it was his way of trying to take away her scars, which he was most familiar with.
She talked to him throughout the night, and he only realized it was dawn when the morning birds came to chip away at the cracker crumbs they dropped on the windowsill. The moon was reluctant to leave her. It’s not because he thought he can help her, he knew he can’t. She was his favorite. She saw him like few others ever did. But he had to leave before he’d melt out in the sun, never to see her again.
By the time dawn came, she was fast asleep, cuddled up to him. She was smiling, and the moon was happy. He softly lay her in her bed as he made his way away. She’ll wake up to the birds, and she will smile. She will eat breakfast and start a whole day – and it won’t be easy – till it is night again.