I’m not sure what it was, maybe that’s why I’ve been mad. You’re like the moon. I could never reach up to your beauty and you’d never look down on me. You’re too busy watching after the stars and I’m no where near them. I’m merely a foolish rock, nothing relevant, nothing to compare to. I lie every night wondering why it ever was that way. Why you never took the time to look at me when I screamed your name, not even acknowledge my existence. You just stood there, tall and proud and I lost my voice. Yet I always looked up you, marveled at the sight of you, but now you’re gone and there’s nothing to look up to. Nothing to guide me. Some say I should look towards the Sun, but I couldn’t, and I can’t. You are the moon of my life, guide me home.