Moonlight
I found you
in the back of the room.
You stood
still.
Like a stranger
with eyes fixed
on the spotlight.
You stared
at the many shades
of white,
golden in its
luminescent.
And I…
I stood
still.
Like a friend
with eyes fixed
on the moonlight.
Sidebar: I honestly didn't write this poem with an intention on aligning it with the film Moonlight. In fact, I was just writing because it flowed and that came out. Funny how much something can be engrained in you that it follows you wherever you may go creatively and literally.