Visible, yet unnoticed.
Present, yet somehow distant.
It hangs there quietly, pale against the blue sky,
as if it doesn’t quite belong to the hour it inhabits.

There is something aching about it—
a reminder of night in a world that has already moved on to morning.
A soft glow that no one asked for,
a light that wasn’t meant for this moment,
yet refuses to disappear.

Sometimes I feel like that moon.
Here, breathing, moving through conversations and rooms,
but carrying a different kind of gravity—
a quiet pull toward something unnamed,
toward warmth, toward closeness, toward the simple miracle of being touched
not out of habit,
but out of meaning.

The moon in daylight does not scream for attention.
It doesn’t beg the sun to dim itself.
It simply exists—
tender, persistent, luminous in its own restrained way.

And maybe that’s what longing is:
not a shout,
but a glow.
Not desperation,
but a quiet insistence that somewhere,
someone might look up,
notice the moon,
and understand that even in the brightness of day,
there are still things meant for the night.

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