LOVE Poem: TALKING TO THE MOON, by Raina Coronado

I stand beneath the endless royal blue night sky,
The cold spring breeze swirling around me as if to welcome me back.
The emerald grass shivering and swaying, inviting me to my spot.
The pages of your letter fluttered in my hands, waving back to the earth and sky.
The breeze biting but sweet, bringing with it the smell of roses, and wet grass.
I look up at the sky, staring into its vast endless blue hues,
Wondering how you are and what you’re doing.
I look up at the twinkling stars, wondering what you’ve seen while away.
I look up at the celestial moon tonight. Just like every other night,
Wondering if you’re looking at it too.

Reminiscing on the promises we made under its glowing ethereal beauty,
And under these countless twinkling orbs.
The longer I look into the galaxy’s endless abyss,
The more I can feel my heart breaking, The more I can feel your absence,
And my peace slipping through my fingers like stardust.
Tears flow down my cheeks, like the everlasting memories flooding my mind.
Clutching your letter to my chest,
its new page’s scent swirling with the breeze into the night.
I hold them as tightly as I can as if they’ll disappear if I don’t,
Holding them tightly to my heart to fill the void you left.

I look at the glistening moon, the letter’s content replaying in my mind,
I wonder what you’d say to me at this moment.
I often find myself playing out different scenarios in my mind,
Just to feel like you’re still here.
Without you, I feel like a shell of myself.
It became clear to me that I’m not whole without you.
The day you left, after I received your last message,
I tried to hold myself together.
But with each passing day, a new part of me shattered.

I begged and pleaded for the time to fly by so I could see you again.
I gaze at the enchanting, gentle white glow,
imagining what it would be like to touch you again,
And feel the comforting warmth of your embrace.
I long to look into your loving eyes as we talk about our day,
The moment I’ll feel whole again.
I raise your letter to my lips, pressing a tender kiss upon it,
and then turn my gaze skyward once more.
I whisper to the moon all the things I long to tell you,
hoping you hear me, hoping that you’re looking at it this moment too,
“I love you.”

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