“take me to the moon.”

it became my only goal

give her the world

then fly her to the moon

i finally watched her smile

i hadnt seen her eyes squint

her nose scrunch

or her cheeks glow

in years

i was her nightlight

the light amongst her desolate perception

After years of her seeing complete and utter darkness

something in her had brightened

i saw her get better

slowly, but surely

i felt myself slip away

as her darkness slowly faded away

so did i

i knew my purpose.

get her through the night

then fade away as the brightness of the sun softly slips through her window

after all

what is the purpose of a nightlight after the sun comes up?

so

to the person who becomes her sun

remember she loves the night

she adores the silhouettes of the trees and the chilly breeze

but most importantly?

she loves the moon

so take her to the moon for me, ok?