on the other side of the world

Where are you now?

Can't you tell me?

I carry you in my heart - every day I think of you. With love.

For a long time, I couldn't read over your letters. I tied them together into a bundle and buried them deep in a box, but they burned at me.

If I look up at the night sky, and there's a star glowing brilliant beside the crescent moon, I think of the light in your half-closed eye - I snuck a look, once, as you embraced me.

If I look up at the night sky and the moon shines wan or sharp or pale or bright, I think of you. Do you remember how we used to look up at the moon every night at a set time? And think of each other in the same moonlight, however far we were? And we dreamt.

I still dream -

Do you?