The moon knows

The moon knows you.
I would even dare to say that she knows the way your eyes blink and how you squint them when you're confused.
Knows the sound of your slow inhale and exasperated exhale.
How you try to hide your smile and your frown from strangers.
The way you tilt your head when someone calls your name.

The moon knows your hands are always cold and you hate holding hands.
Knows you give the tightest hug as if it will always be the last.
Knows you like it when someone wraps their arms around your waist.
She knows that you haunch when you're unsure where to go.

The moon can recognise your hesitant step from far away.
She can tell when you decide to turn back and run away.
Knows every shape of the shadow you cast.
Knows when you're lost in the daydream.

The moon knows that looking into your eyes is like reading your thought out loud.
Knows that you hide your hands in your pocket when you're nervous.
Knows that you hate being called by your childhood nickname.
The moon can tell when you're excited or anxious.

She knows your favourite colour is red.
She knows you hate dark chocolates.
She knows you're scared of frogs.
Of course, she knows you..
I tell her everything about you.