She was a vivid sunset, setting deep behind the mountains.

There was a depth and a beauty to her. More than I could ever see or appreciate. 

She radiated pure color. Pure life. More warmth than I could ever hope to comprehend.

But she was setting.

She was convinced she had no light because it all went away from her.

So I became the moon.

It was all I could do.

And hope in some small way to capture her light. To hold on to it and shine it everywhere it could not reach.

All I ever did was take your light.

I wish I could have given it back to you.

I wish I could have shone as brightly as you.

Instead all I can hope to be is a pale imitation, shining against the darkness of the night, waiting for the dawn of your return.