When the Moon Fell for the Sun

We met not as strangers— but as echoes, like the sea meeting the sky at dusk, uncertain where one ended, and the other began. You burned— wild, golden, alive. I watched— silent, silver, patient. I was the moon, meant to admire from a distance. You were the sun, never meant to stay. But somehow we wandered too close, gravity bending rules we were never meant to break. You lit my shadows in ways I didn't know I needed, and I cooled your fire just enough for you to rest— but only for a moment. We didn’t speak of forever. We knew. We felt it in the way mornings always took you from me, and nights kept you just out of reach. Now— we orbit the same world like ghosts with names we no longer say, light-years apart, pretending not to ache. But I still carry the heat of your goodbye. And you, I hope, still see my reflection in every calm night. Strangers, yes. But once— everything.