She’s pining, she’s lovesick

And she’ll be okay

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow

But soon

That day, her agony will dispel

And she’ll breathe

Her lungs no longer choking on pretty flowers

The stars glint from far away

And Selene basks in the starlight

Trivial, temporary beings rejoice

They’re insignificant and small

She never sees them, they do not matter

They only see her beauty

Blind to her pain and loneliness

The moon is imperfect

Because Selene is broken