The Moon On My Wall

When her “Good morning” doesn’t wake you up,

When her “Goodnight” isn’t what you need.

When your calls go unanswered a lot,

When her comes, you no more pay heed.

You still hangout sometimes, but it is no more fun,

It’s like she can be the moon, but you aren’t her sun.

She glows without you, and you do too,

Your hour long calls have come down to minutes less than two.

Your cries for help go ignored, her words misunderstood,

Her late replies don’t get you angry, her voice doesn’t lighten your mood.

When the urge is no more there, to share the secrets you keep,

When every time she hurts you, the lesser do you weep.

It’s not that there’s no love, it’s when the spark ends.

Love has got no meaning, when you can no more be friends.

What’s the point of life, when you don’t complete her sentence?

When she doesn’t daydream ’bout being together ten years hence.

Thus before the heart breaks beyond, before they say “Told you so”

Before your supernova engulfs her, you have to just let her go.

They say time heals everything and years down the lane,

Your smiles would be real, and you won’t have to feign.

But you’ll say through the broken teeth, “For her? Yes I did fall”

“And she has been and always will be

The moon on my wall”