To Wish Upon the Moon

My mom once told me,
"Cast your wishes upon the moon,
for he will stay around much longer
than the stars."

Oh how the stars can feel so infinite and lasting.
But they will soon burn out and wither away in the
the unknown spaces.
They let go of themselves,
like you have too.

Where have you gone, my friend?
You used to seem so lasting,
and our friendship so infinite.
So now I will not wish on the time of 11:11,
or the stars,
or even you.
I will wish upon the moon because
he has stayed that much longer.