The moon

The rain seemed to patter on the window violently,

It was like a running faucet,

No one seemed to care for the wasted and painful flow,

Some of it hit her lips,

She tasted it and it was salty,

It’s been a long time since she felt that tang of saltiness in rain.

Certainly, it’d been a long time since the earth had seen the moon,

Where and when it was since it happened,

She could not muster the time and place,

All she saw was the silhouette of the moon vanishing,

Now she is embraced by regret and denial.

It seemed like they could only met in dreams,

The moon seemed to disappear without any note,

She came home one day to see only emptiness,

There was no trace of her love,

Just a note said “Goodbye and sorry”.

She really wanted to say lots of hateful things and curse at the moon,

But flashes of memories kept playing in her head,

It played like an old and faithful recorder,

The memories the moon left that could not be erased.

Now all she had was memories,

Somehow she knew goodbye was coming,

But clouded it with denials and lies,

Currently her perch is by the window -

looking at the cruel raindrops bruise her cheeks.

Even she said she didn’t need ‘I love yous’,

She needed that soft light’s comfort,

She did not want to stay in that cold bed,

All the dreams she had was that luminous glow,

Her faithful mind did not let her forget.

If I knew,

I would weave a beautiful Elysium,

And let her settle her uneasiness for good,

For thou shall seek great delight,

And be free of nightmares.

However, it was too late,

Goodbye came knocking,

And she did not prepare for the blow of despair,

All she could do was come back to an empty and lifeless home.

Even though it wasn’t a beautiful parting,

She still let that old recorder plays its haunting tune,

It was all she had left of the moon,

Holding on to denials and regrets,

Yet how lovely that pain was,

For it reminds us what people are capable of and our limitations.

We believe in weakness because it is there,

It is there to remind us that we are not God,

Failures of any forms,

Rooted us to the ground,

And pain can teach us to be strong and yet –

It can also teach us to be weak –

Whichever we choose.