Goodbye Moon

The Moon is full 

I’m trying to write your goodbye. 

I can’t. 

I can’t speak those definitive words 

How do I sum up the picture of you? 

How do I explain what you gave and now what is lost? 

I look to the Moon. She knows you too. 

She’s full, holding memories of time,

Laughter, tears, ridiculous philosophical conversations, spaces safe from the horrors and energetic adventures. 

I can’t write your goodbye 

It seems wrong, inaccurate  

How do I sum up the hole you’ve left me 

How do I explain all that will be missed? 

Maybe the Moon will tell you