Windowsill

If the moon was full

Reflecting your breaths

Fogging up the window

If the moon was halved

On behalf, your side bright

Mine dark, out of sight

If the moon was crescent

Fighting to remain

Pleading for the sun

To reignite the flame

If the moon was gone

That kiss still occurred

Propped atop the windowsill

Our first

If the moon was you

I was the absence

The window glass saw through