You said one day you'd come to my courtyard as moonlight, And I waited, To feel a bit of your closeness. You said you'd break your bundle of grievances and come as a rain of love, And I waited, To get drenched in that rain. You said you'd come as the half-dreams of every night, And I waited, To share in those dreams. You said you'd be the published words of your every poem, And I waited, To gather each word and weave them into a garland to make you mine. You said you'd come as the sweet smile of your dawn, And I waited, For the thrilling touch of your dawn on my lips. You said you'd be the solitary companion of every sleepless night, And I waited, To rediscover myself in your company. You said you'd be the beloved character of every novel I read, And I waited, To be the beloved of your beloved character. You said you'd come as my every breath, And I waited, To feel you in that breath. You said you'd come as the beat of my empty heart, And I waited, To feel you in that heartbeat. You said you'd come as the moonlight of a dark night, And I waited, To share my heart with your moonlight. You said you'd come as the blue in my heart's ocean, And I waited, To dissolve myself in that blue. But does waiting ever end? No, no... it never ends. The moonlight tonight is cruel, the rain of grievances is calm, the half-dreams seem cursed, and the enchantment in the words of the poem seems... gone. The sweet smile feels heartless like fallen leaves. Every sleepless night now has only tear-filled eyes as companions. In every novel's page, you're just an unfinished character. Every breath is now painful. Every heartbeat feels devoid of you. Only the moon of the night understands the half-written poems of my love. ✍️ Dusky girl