In the Absence of Moon

In the absence of moon there is not sun but a window
into what is not. A window into void, where seeps
the shadows of stars, where you are
and where I am, where starlight is diamonds
and headlights of cars on the walls where we all are.
Where a constellation of family hangs like a mobile,
and the distance between each star is taut.

You, who are no stranger to a soul,
and I, who am not determined towards familiarity,
it is here where we take respite,
in the absence of moon.