tonight
the moon turns
into a lonely fool,
making me a prey
for his perishing soul,
as i feel him
smiling at me,
turning me into a lover,
making me remember
the old days
when we sat beside each other
by the shore
where we used to throw
our stones
bearing our dreams,
without hesitations,
without expectations,
just mere hoping
that someday
everything would fall
into its place
like what we had
always wanted it to be.
yet tonight,
as the far side of the moon
turns to look at me,
stealing my soul,
the horizon seems like
a hollow space,
a narrow place,
like when the time you left
without knowing what i felt
when we were both afraid
to jump off from the crib
of our comfort
that we wove into a fabric
of unwavering
waves of holding hands
and exchanging glances
with all of our innocence
and childish nuances.
and tonight,
the furtive fox guffaws,
as he feels my heart
in which
you filched
a piece of me,
leaving me a winding
mill of miseries,
sleepless nights
full of mysteries
and i wonder,
as my mind begins
to wander
in a place
where we gathered
all these memories
that turn into panders
that shove me to find
pleasure in my maladies.
yesternight,
the pragmatist in me
considered love as
something void,
yet this is something
i can never avoid
as i smile at the moon,
feeling the coldness
of our distance
bridging us in shivers
making me see that
if love is the wind,
then i only feel a breeze
and it's just passing by
tonight.