The Moon Is Watching

We are drifting away from each other
slowly, imperceptibly,
like two continents dividing.

A millenium may pass,
before we see the results, you floating
me fighting against the cracks
of rotting land.

Our tree splits itself at the roots,
dangling now, like hands reaching
for what once was, our connection.

The earth that bound us together
is crumbling under the sun
of the truth I have revealed to you,
splitting us.

Inevitable, two continents
shaped now for movement
to opposite ends of the globe.

I suppose the moon
is watching us, and can see
the blue water grow wider between us,
engulfing our world
in its cleansing sea.

Only from above
can we understand these paths.