Are you seeing this?

Do you see the Moon as I do?
I wonder if we’re looking at it together.
I watch my breath in the cold air,
Unceasing until it ceases.
Is death an ending,
Your name making guest appearances
Like the longest post credit scene
Or are those moments a continuation,
The little utterances of a legacy,
Given life by the cast of your life?
I am the audience,
Learning of lives through Wikipedia pages,
Wondering about the wonder of people in the world.
And I wonder if they saw the Moon as I do,
And as you do, too. 

-k.r.r.