The Moon

A quietness falls over the house,
The night is dark.
The wind moans softly.
Soft breathing,
Sleep has come to all but one.
She lies in bed
Staring at the soft glow,
Of the moon.
Her friend.
Tears flow
To her pillow.
Not a movement does she make,
Not a noise,
But her heart aching,
She talks.
Not aloud,
Silently.
To herself?
No, to her friend,
To the moon.
Always there,
A sponge soaking in,
Never spitting out,
Never gone.
Always there.
Her friend.
The moon.