Moonboy was still in diapers when we discovered him staring up at you, and then he became moonboy
Through cloud cover he could track you — we’d hold him up, move him in a circle ’til he smiled
And at night, we could peak into his room, and even if you were on the other side of the world, it seemed an errant beam lit his face
Then math came along, and science, and when he learned of the actual distances involved, the space between you grew with each trip ‘round the sun
But perhaps… on a clear night, you might peak over the horizon and find his face?
And his girlfriend might see a moment of moonboy, in between beginner kisses
From a prompt by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她), write what “To the Moon” means to you. So, I’m close.