lying on the floor of the balcony
i close my eyes reminiscing about
the moment when you
held my hand for the first time,
the chills, the butterflies,
you pulled me close to you,
and i stared into your intoxicating eyes,
just then, chilly air breezed through my face,
and i opened my eyes to see the enchanting moonlit sky,
i yearn for your warm hands to caress me
with love, and tell me it will all be okay,
maybe it was a fantasy,
moonlight often does that to me.
the moonlight draped itself across my skin like a promise,
ReplyDeletegentle, knowing, unbearably tender,
it painted your absence in shades of silver,
turning my longing into something almost holy,
I reached for you through beams of borrowed light,
my hands trembling in the glow of what could’ve been,
and the moon, patient witness to my ache,
held my secret until the stars fell silent