They talked online everyday,
it was sunny for her,
it was moonlight for him.
She talked about the birds that sang along with her,
David talked about the stars that danced in the sky.
They lived an ocean apart from each other,
still they had their magical boat that they traveled on in every conversation.
She asked about the moon,
David asked about clouds,
"Can you see the rabbit on the moon?" She asked.
"Are the clouds happy?" David asked.
Every conversation was always new to them.
Nothing ever the same.
She wondered if he dreams about her,
David wondered if she looks at the moon does she think of him?
Early morning before the moon goes down she wakes up and kisses the moon goodnight,
takes every step and every breath, memorizes her feelings.
She watches anything that catches her eye,
so that the next time she talks to him, she can tell him everything.
David touches the last bit of sunlight he has before the moon comes out,
as if he is reaching for the gold.
He counts every shooting star, including the planes that fly by.
Listens to music till he hears the familiar "Beep"
Maybe just maybe they no longer have to be an ocean apart.
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