The Moonlight

I always knew,
looking up at the moon,
that something stirred inside.

I tried to hide it
until I couldn’t—
the transformation was nigh.

The moon called,
but so did you—
a voice steady as the night.

You stayed with me
while I learned to breathe
and let the panic subside.

And when I changed,
you held my gaze,
telling me I’d be alright.

I’ll always remember
when you whispered,
“Come out into the moonlight.”