in the dark of night I steal away,
slip through the shivering fields to pray
on my knees, my fingers intertwined
the only way I know how to find
my ethereal companion, the lovely moon
For only she listens to my sorrowful tune
Haunted by unrequited love
anguished eyes gaze up above
to a soul who has shared my pain
One that shall never truly wane
For she orbits the earth and I a boy
both unaware of this eternal deploy
of affection and love granted by choice
but one I’ll undoubtedly never voice
Robin A. Mikita is a freshman in high school from Pennsylvania. When she is not writing, she can be found reading, watching true crime documentaries, or drinking unhealthy amounts of coffee. She won second place in the 2024 International Humanitarian Law Essay Competition and aspires to be an author someday.