“Things the Moon Never Tells”
A quiet meditation on love, loss, and the comfort of being seen without words.
The moon keeps its secrets well.
It watches us as we shine under borrowed light.
Holding our wishes like quiet confessions.
I’ve asked it questions the stars were too honest to answer—
about love that faded like smoke.
about time that quietly folded in on itself.
It never speaks.
But sometimes I swear it listens.
and that’s enough.
Because maybe not every ache.
Needs a name.
Not every loss is worth it.
Needs to be seen.
Some nights,
Just being seen is just being seen.
It is the closest thing.
to feeling whole.
About the Creator
Emily
Poem lover, word collector, and believer in the quiet magic of language. I write to remember, to heal, and to find beauty in the spaces between silence and sound. Every poem is a heartbeat — a small proof that feelings can become art.
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