the monolith.

I've been skeptical of your invasion
since day one.
Maybe I'm the real intruder, and
there's divinity in the mystery of
our misery.

I've been dreaming of you
one letter at a time.

Tell me what this means:
We met at the monolith
then went our separate ways
forever.
Your tears were gone and
you were holding your own hands,
reaching out for me.

I haven't seen the moon since
that night I
plucked it from the sky.

What have I done this time?