The moon is so beautiful, isn’t it
He asks
I can die happy now
I say softly
It was merely a whisper
But it was enough
And with that
He interlaces his hand with mine
A quiet content sigh
The warmness of his hands sends tingles into mine
The stars, the world
Up above, and right next to me
No matter who
No matter when
Someone, somewhere
Is looking at the moon too
– The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? ( a classical playlist )