She loved full-moon nights.
Not because of its beauty
nor the way everything for a moment seemed to stop.
But because she loved the idea of others looking at it
when she was.
Together they would tell their secrets.
Together they would leak out their existence.
And the moon would listen.
It would understand.
It would stay the same,
with all our secrets kept,
silently uniting us all.
So even in the longest of nights,
we wouldn’t feel so alone.