HOLDING ON

Like holding on to memories is the way I see the moon tonight. She has changed, I have made her change every time. Tonight it came bright and rounded and full and big, reminding me of how much I've said. How I've used her name in vain every cycle. It's been so far and so close, but tonight, as big as she was up above, it was further than hope. Reaching you is a myth. Yet I hold on to her like the only way to find my own sanity. The question is: what shall I do with a new moon?