Questions and Answers

I would stare at the moon with my glittery eyes

Waiting for his to reply to my long wordy mails

So many ifs and buts and whats and hows

Heavy in my head as big blue whales

I had sent him all my questions a few eons back

One asking if I'd need oars or sails

With oars I would face the stormy rains

And with sails I'd follow the breezy trails

In one I had asked if I should bring someone with

Someone who never leaves, who never bails

Strength in numbers or too many cooks

I had yet to know what works and what fails

Then, I remember, I had one more question,

Do happy endings happen like all the fairy tales?

The moon never replied, he never said a word

He kept shining on without sharing any details

Then one starry night I met you and the weight lifted

we spoke once and matched our inhales and exhales

Now we're sitting together looking at the moon

And I realize what his silence really entails

The moon never gives us obvious replies

He only sheds light on our questions, our scales

He makes us look within, find what's missing

The moon sighs silently and the answer unveils

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