Are my glasses, the ringing cellphone, the old pen, an
unopened pack of snacks, a very much opened pack with the ash and lighter, well
drained teacups, hair pins and jars of nail paint…
Guessing what I have been upto? Want me to reconsider? Oh no
I so love tonight, a night well spent.
Not all nights have shining stars. My moon might have gone
missing for tonight…but tomorrow will be a new day, an echo to my unyielding
and seeking cry for him – my moon. That shall get me him, back home beyond the
horizon, back to discovering me.
Good night
