Monday, 1 June 2020

Every Night


It is 3 am and I am standing on the terrace, leaning on the barricade, holding a cup of tea while letting out a deep sigh. While gazing at the stars, I pull my blanket close to my chest, holding on too tight at times.

Heads up in the sky, embracing the chilly wind, I breathe in the air, watching the distant clouds in steady motion. And in the midst of the clouds, I see the shining full moon, with me feeling relatively close, close to breaking down, because I feel so alone.

I yell at the sky, scream at the world, looking for answers that are unknown. Heaven only knows where you are now.

Perhaps you are far away, like a star, out in the cosmos. The beauty that I can only see from afar. It hurts to know how lovely you are, as you are too far away to hold but close enough to break my heart.

Every night I think of you now. Time flows like tears, drowning in the ocean, only to seek an island in your arms.

They say that space and time are interwoven. So, I think of making a time machine to back to a time, unlike any other time for us to be together forever. Yet, I can’t go back now. I can’t escape the reality.

Every night I am here contemplating and then retiring myself, waiting for another night.

I stay up all night, looking at the ceiling above, changing its colors from dusk to dawn, thinking to sleep a while and to dream with you. But dreams are for fools I thought. I stay awake to be with you. Listening to your voice, seeing by my side, I tell myself that I am alright.

Gaping at your face, looking at your gleaming eyes, I feel that I never got the chance, to say one last goodbye.

You would say that I got to move on and I would then say that it hurts to try.

How do I love? How do I love again?

Playing our song, at this time of the night, I sway my arms around to dance with you, smiling, while looking at you.

Times that I cannot change does not matter, as with you at this time I stay engrossed.

Every night I hear our song, for I miss you the most.

Every night I am dancing with your ghost.

Source: elysii-campi



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