He laid in bed past 2am, Staring at the stars and moon through his bedroom window, Silently suffering in pain, As his thoughts of her consumed him. He loved her. He truly did. And he missed her. He really did. He laid there silently praying, Silently wishing, Silently crying in agony, For someone, anyone at all, to see him, To hear him, To understand him, And to free him of the agonizing pain. He sighed to the realization that there was no one like that, And closed his eyes hoping to fall asleep Because sleeping, was the only time he felt no pain. But little did he know, That the moon saw, The moon heard, The moon understood.