I am ever the jilted. Our entanglement resulting from a singular, torrid encounter; our bodies collided and I was eternally smitten.

Carefully guarded in the shadows: your possession; your convenient lover; your story told when the crazy slips from just a momentary glimpse of my full form. Spin anyone?

Only do you ever see, only always, one side of me. All your affection affixed on another, a mother with eight lovers.

Moon sighed as, predictably, Earth had already turned away.