Estranged

This is the closest the Moon,
Will ever get to the earth,
What a pity,
They would have been so good together,
The darkened sky can barely contain,
The anguish of an estranged lover,
His silent cries only visible to her,
Often basking in the light of the Moon,
Earth wonders why would God,
Play such a cruel joke?
To see the Moon wax and wane,
Pound and rage against,
The earth longs to touch him once,
To smooth his furrowed brows,
Fill the craters with her dust,
Most of all to whisper in his ears,
How she has pined for him,
All these years,
Looking up every night,
To catch a glimpse of her shining Knight.