The Witness
I know this moon
Is the same you see every night.
But if I can’t share it with you
Then I’ll have it torn from heaven.
It’s not selfishness, but love.
Knowing you are free
To admire the same sky
Is an insult to reality,
And this is what’s real:
My love is real.
That’s why it hurts so
And why it will never heal.
Lacking due acknowledgement,
The privilege of regarding
the same night sky
with impunity
is an unacceptable contradiction.
Eternal darkness will bear witness
To my sincerity
And my love.