The Moon

 

We are friends with the night and bonds with the silence. And as the moon starts to shine brighter, I stare at you and questions start dancing in my head.

But, seeing your tired eyes under the moonlight feels better than seeing your back under the Wednesday night lights, so I remain silent.

As my fears and doubts slowly melt like the dessert I didn't touch, I whisper to the moon-

Why does he hesitates?