have you ever met the sun

When I can’t sleep I talk to the moon because she’s always listening. There are times I can’t find her when she’s new or when the clouds hide her from my view. Tonight’s sky was pale with pre dawn light and the moon’s glow was the only presence up above.

“Have you ever met the sun?” I whispered.

“We used to be together, as one. Back when the world was small and we weren’t needed as we are now.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“The world grew and the sun was pulled apart from me. He took his light and his warmth, and I remained, controlling the tides.” 

“Do you miss the sun?”

“I missed him deeply, back when I was empty and hard and cold. But his light still reaches me and we still chase each other. Sometimes we cross paths for a moment in time, but time isn’t known for being giving.”

The faded sky grew brighter, streaking the blue with pink and orange. 

“It’s his time now. I must go.” And the moon smiled because the colours were for her.