Where's My Moon?

I remember the moon that night
It was the most beautiful
You kept saying “Where’s my moon?”
As if it only belonged to you
It was behind the clouds somewhere
You said that the first time we met too
I remembered that same place.
But this time it was just us.

We had to park so far that night
You said you didn’t mind walking
The thought of how I would approach holding your hand struck me
How could I have not thought about this?
I was so nervous, I stupidly just put them in my pocket
You held onto my arm as if I was escorting you to the beach

Then you looked up at me & said
“Get your hands out of your pocket & hold my hand right now, I know you want to!”
I did want to
Your crooked smile exposing your dimples were hard to take my eyes off of
You pulled my hand out of my pocket
Slipped your finger between mine, where I wanted them to be

You liked to people watch
I remembered that
We would name the people walking along the boardwalk
Make up stories for them as they passed by
For some reason that made you happy 
You would analyze the smallest implements  of human interaction
I never did that until I met you
I know, because I would watch yours
That would make me happy 

It wasn’t only the people you liked to watch
It was the sky, the water, the lights
The only thing I could watch was you
“Where is my damn moon?”

Oh man did I want to kiss you
In that moment
The moment the moon kissed the sea
“There’s your moon!” I said
Your jaw dropped open

We sat on the lifeguard stand
Just you & me
Right where I wanted to be
The moon displayed its permanent scars
Covered in a shade of blood 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of it
Then you looked at me
I could see the reflection of the moon in your eyes
You pulled at your lip in a sudden deep thought
Your mind went where I often try to escape.
“Are you going to tell me before I leave?” 

You see, the moon stopped hiding eventually
But, I never did. I should have. For you
You were the most beautiful moon 
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