It was the bleak mid winters,

watching the night sky & counting on the stars.

Starring at the full moon that enlivened the gloomy skies.

I was mesmerised by the sight so I took out my phone to click a picture.

My 90s phone (not really) did not permit me to do so

Somehow, the gallery of my phone popped.

And I saw those eyes to which I was so in love, years ago.

Those eyes took me to the nights where we waited for the late night calls,

Though none of us were aware we were head over heels in love.

Staring at you, I asked.

What should I do to be loved again ?

If I’ll ever try to come a handspan close.

You are gonna run miles away from me.

Somehow, I felt it was gonna end soon.

Because it was too good to be true,

And guess what? I was right.

If ever I had the chance to, I would ask you what should i do to be loved again?

And I would want you to reply me back “you are still loved”.

Even after eons the love in my eyes is still palpable.

I yearn for your glimpse each day,

I yearn to laugh with you, cry with you and grow old with you.

But my heart aches just to think that I’m no longer yours.

I kept staring at the luminous moon, and your favourite song started to play at the back of my head,

(Blue moon, you saw me standing alone without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own)

It touched me slowly and then dissaparated.

I wiped the tear that rolled down my cheek.

Struggling to open the camera for that one picture,

Not again! this time it was the call logs, blue moon it said.

My friend, peeking through the window,

After all this time?

I turned around, “always”

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