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. Continue reading “The Moon On My Wall” →