Is One Moon Enough?

They walked up to the terrace
their glasses of champagne glimmering,
the diamond on her finger shining,
their faces radiant and glowing,
all under the unmatched brightness
of that white ball of rock in the sky.

On another decorated balcony
he stood in a tranced silence,
contemplating and questioning choices,
blaming and apologizing for actions,
and finally looked up in despair
for it was the solemn circle up there
in whose mysterious glow he found solace.

And on yet another dim-lit rooftop
she stood with teary eyes
as she bid goodbye to the town
where she’d first fallen in love with the moon,
her smudged mascara bearing semblance
to the dark layer that clouded
the glowing white globe behind it.

A companion to so many
A witness to so much,
An alibi to some, a diary to few,
From complementing their emotions
to merely staying and listening,
I often wonder now
Of the immense responsibility it holds.

And as I make my way through this trail
Of craters of empathising thoughts
and crevices of sympathising emotions,
I now find myself questioning,
Does just one moon seem enough?