It is pitch black today.
The moon was shining so brightly that day,
As mesmerising as any literature could ever describe,
That day when I was on my way back home,
Thinking about you.
But it is pitch black today.
The moon shone so elegantly,
As if it were trying to mimic my feelings,
Radiant and lively,
Asserting its passive dominance over the night sky,
But it is pitch black today,
As if now it is displaying the dying connection between us,
Exposing the underlying pain of not being able to see you,
The fear that it might be time for us to part ways;
But I have faith,
Faith over the fact that the moon is still shining above my head,
Just obscured behind the dark clouds of today,
Waiting with patience to present itself again,
And reclaim its glory in the sky