It’s been 2 months. 

I tell myself how lucky I was to live at the same time as you, how lucky I was to have crossed paths with you here - of all places - so I could meet your eyes with an open palm and say, 
“Hi, I’m Moi, what’s your name?”. 
You’ve become a ghost to me since that day, following me like the Moon hanging above, like the lingering phase behind the horizons crescent, the shadow that drapes over me in the Moon’s full glow. You’re still here, but you don’t haunt me like you used to. I can leave the house, I no longer hear your voice at night, I don’t look up at the night sky and I distract myself when I do, and I’m starting to feel better, despite counting the days till I see you again. 

Moi.R.D