I once told you that I would bring you the moon if you asked. So I carefully pulled it from the night sky and placed it in your outreached hands. The very hands that once held mine. 

Now all that’s left is a soft glow. I thought it was what was left of you, your beautiful memory. But it is just my moon and me. Brought down here by my own desperate wish.

Dear moon, stay with me. Dear moon, please. 
Dear moon, please listen to my last request.