If I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t know the new or crescent moon. Behind the fog, she fades to blue — and I don’t feel so alone. Maybe that’s why people feel connected to the Moon. I get scared I won’t see you soon. If I didn’t know you, what would become of the space in my mind, where I sit on the roof looking up at the Moon, dreaming of you tonight? If I didn’t know you, where would hope be if not by my side? Would there be any stardust, if I didn’t dream of a better time? If I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t know the new, half, or full moon. I reach my hand out to her — or maybe to you. Through the fog she shines bright blue, and together, we feel alone.