I looked at the sky.
The moon looked the same.
For a hundredth time,
I thought it was pretty.
It never changed.
From the time I thought it followed me,
Until now, it still shines brightly.
I'm still mesmerized by its beauty.
But something felt strange,
As I was staring at it through the window while I wash my dishes.
It felt like I'm looking at an image in a museum.
Figuring out every single detail I might have missed.

I failed to figure it out.

Maybe it was me who's strange.
It was the moon who failed to see me over the years.
Maybe, I have become a stranger to the moon.

And then I read a news that says:
there will be supermoon before the dawn of the day.
Ah! It was the size!
I looked at it in a way that I always do,
that I failed to notice it was bigger this time.
The supermoon might have thought of me the same way too.

© Shining Sirius