Under the Same Moon
I find comfort in knowing I’m under the same moon.
Under the same moon as my father, who taught me what it means to be a good person.
Who cries every time he hears butterfly kisses.
Who picks up trash on the sidewalk every chance he gets.
Who always pulls over for someone in need of help fixing a flat.
Who keeps a photo of me in preschool behind his car’s dash.
I find comfort in knowing I’m under the same moon as the boy who taught me what love is.
Who took me all over the world with him.
Who surprised me with dark chocolate and flowers often.
Who tipped waiters kindly and generously.
The same boy who taught me what heartbreak is.
Who made me feel so small.
Under the same moon as my mother, who taught me strength.
Who feels so deeply as I do.
Who has held me when I’ve cried and cried.
Who looks for love in all the wrong places.
I find comfort, and I always will, knowing we’re all under the same moon.
Maybe we’re singing the same song at the same time.
Maybe thinking of each other on the same day.
Or maybe not, but we’ll always be under the same moon.