i asked the moon how long, and she whispered back ‘soon’

how long will it take for me to hear your voice, your breath brushing against my ear as we hug for the first time? how long will it take for me to hold your hand as we roam through fields of gold and green? how will we live out our lives knowing we are miles apart, across the sea and dark mirroring light - shall i tell you your moon will look beautiful tonight?

soon, my love, wait a little more and i’ll be able to hold you in my arms - we’re not creatures made to wait, but i’ll be patient for you, darling.