To Luna, PR Manager

Dear Luna,

You sort our hearts, our angst, our woes,

You are the listener of our souls—

Though some letters sent are blank,

This email now, for you, in thanks.

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A faint, reddish glow,

Each message echoes like the tides,

“We broke up.” “She forgot.”

You scroll through the heartbreak,

Sighing, knowing what comes next.

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The silence—

Your only balm.

You check your inbox—

Your lunar ears hear.

So well.

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You hear the grief.

Listen to the loss.

Does she not call?

You sustain—

In quiet, celestial empathy.

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You finally reply—

Just one.

But never send it.

You too are haunted by loss—

Of shadows greater than your own.

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You delete your inbox.

Confirmed.

No salve.

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A thousand heartbreaks,

Now untraceable lint.

Your light, fully dimmed.

Tomorrow, messages renewed.

Inbox fills—

Thanks wait.

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