The last full moon

 Sky awash with pale silver blue
Picture perfect, inspiring awe
But I didn't want to look up
As I always used to do on moonlit nights
When I would imagine it was you.

I could not deny your presence,
Softly shimmering
But to behold you would not have been right
You are no longer there for me
Even a stoic glimpse
Risks punishing pain from your light.