✦ ❨ 𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗩𝗜 ❩ ✻ ┈────── 𖧷 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ʚ I have moved so far away from you that I have become a myth; a lie you tell yourself each night. I am the one true thing you've held in the palm of your hand, the key to everything you wanted. Your name smiles at me from a crumpled envelope, addressed to the past, unsent and unseen. Inside there is a letter where I tell you a story about the moon, how night after night the darkness carved at the pale curve of her body until she became half the woman she was. There is a word that hurts my heart-one I don't ever say out loud. Like the shadow that lingers in the light, I can't separate myself from your memory. But there are some nights when I look up into the sky, and the moon is whole again. ───────────── • • • ✦