A Crying Moon

The Moon weeps as it watches its friend the Sun slowly die,
Sprinkled with dots of a brilliant red,
Leopard.
And yet the Moon does nothing to help the Sun,
Just stays in orbit,
Watching.
And maybe the Moon might be offered a choice,
To stay with the Sun or leave,
And maybe the Moon might have taken the latter,
Just tired of the old.
Maybe the Moon soon regretted her choice,
Knew it was bad,
Faulty.
But by then the Sun didn't want her back,
Seeing her now,
Truly.
Perhaps one day you will see
That you're the Sun and I'm the Moon,
I left you when your heart cried out,
And for that, I'm sorry.
A crying Moon and dying Sun
Light my way,
But they cannot penetrate my darkness.