Oh my moon,

 Not the love of my life,

 But the buddy of my night,

 Who knows all the tales of my sight,

 All those dark and sleepless nights.

 But you're the same, bro—

 Bright and shining,

 I miss those rants of my life,

 Riding through the dark forest of strife.

 While igniting the ache of the journey’s ride,

 The town is not the same anymore,

 But you remain the constant in our lore.

 The plans are lost in clouds above,

 But you,

 Completing the part that's undefined with love.

                                                         _jagritvaibhav