****Written after a comment from dustin cecil****

How much moon does it take to see?
A starving man will appreciate what little he receives.

Could it be there really is a purpose
to an unnatural yearning for essentially a stranger,
a purpose fulfilled by its very existence
as a singular spot of hope on the darkest night?

Are you merely meant to be a distraction to desire
luring my hunger back through so many years
to a cache of spiritual energy, a memory of kindness
secretly stored for a time of emotional famine?

They say that sometimes we write poetry
solely for ourselves, which is not destined to see
the light of any day, maybe because the memory
would never open its eyes for anyone else.

Maybe I just needed a character
to offset life’s daily destructions just long enough
for me to find a foothold of success
in the effort toward building a better me.

I’m being vague, but
someday I hope I can fully share
how you might have saved my life
years and years in advance.

Guess what I’m really trying to say now is
our little chance encounter may have been
all the moonlight I need to survive the dark.
I will follow it as long as it shines.