I read this at work and it took my breath away! I was not expecting an acrostic, and the brevity somehow made this piece more precious and nostalgic. I think my favorite part was "pregnant moon", as I can only picture the moon as shedding its full light, undisturbed. I used to love to describe nature as "pregnant" and remember writing about the "pregnant sun".
Then the sorrowful tone it takes in the last two lines is powerful. It makes me think of remembering someone and the light they brought, thinking of the actual distance as well as the way you have distanced yourself. Who are you now in this moment without this person next to you?