An open ended sentence that left so much unsaid, our book of memories is my companion every night when I'm in bed. Where are you now I wonder, as I look upon the moon. Are you somewhere feeling lonely, are you thinking of me too? The ending to the story, that we once began to write- has left so many blank pages due to the constant fight. It doesn't matter now who was wrong or who is right, because without you by my side, my day is no longer bright. Another night of open questions, with no response and no reply, the ending to our story, not a finale, but a good-bye.
Not a dim light goes unnoticed when it’s light you want to see-
Not a path so lonely, when alone is all you want to be
Not a shade so big enough, when it’s your shadow that you seek.
Not a heartbeat goes unfelt, when all you want to do is live-
Not a debt left unpaid, when all you want to do is give.
Not a tear drop goes unnoticed when the pain has sucked you dry-
Not a friend, not a soul, not the sun, but the moon is the one who sees you cry.
Not a chance that you are quitting, on yourself, oh no! Not you.
Not the ending to the story that you want to be as true.