Wondered why we drifted, and went our different ways?

Then one night in June, looked at the Moon, and knew it was a phase

 

My skin ain't smooth, I don't dance to tune

Life on my terms - I am the Moon!

 

Think of me and I'll be present

full and bright or just a crescent

 

Your woebegone face wondering if we'll ever meet again

I still think, "How beautiful! This Moon through the rain!"