An Intricate Dance

“We don’t have much time left together do we?” I ask.

“No,” she replies, “I know I will be leaving you soon.”

I keep vigil over her, but she’s so pale, it’s as if I can see through her. “I can’t believe this is the end. Can’t I make it stop?” I plead.

“It has to be this way and you know it,” she whispers. With a shuddering breath she continues, “I can feel the darkness,” smiling now she says, “the stars are calling me”

I reach for her hand in desperation, but I’m too late. I whisper, “such an intricate dance we have, Moon. But come night, will you reach out for me?”