Oh you the waning moon of my sunnyness
The echo's call that never returns
I wait and hope for something more
While pretending you were never acquainted with me before
I thought I could do without you, and the truth is I still can.
But at the same time, life seemed to me deeper with you around
What distant, broken memories you bring me?
What secrets do you tell from my past?
Why this odd feeling of closeness which does not come easy?
Why is that I can do without you, yet there is none else like you
How is it that choosing to deny your significance make me feel like I am denying myself the joy of the quiet release that comes at the close of a struggle?
While you stand vertical and stay unmoved, without a word
I hop through a lawn blooming flowers of restless frustration
Hoping and trying to forget you
Emphasizing to myself, that I don't need anybody.
An attempt to take precaution against the next big storm
I need to understand that the greatest storm has passed
And it has firmed up my shore for the better
So, while I pine for all the ways you could be mine
I realise you may never be mine
For it is a story with no ending
To make you mine and me yours, defeats the purpose
Yet, the world knocks on my door importantly, impatiently and incessantly
Signalling, the crossroad has come.
The world has ways of showing us paths the soul cannot fathom
Were you just another whisper which caressed my ear and showed me the way?
Please answer.
