The moon reminds me
Of how in the darkest of times
We are truly alone.
The stars veil the night sky, twinkling
Almost touching the skyscrapers
In a distant concrete jungle.
The leaves rustle in whispers.
The owl hoots often,
One by one, the fireflies light up
And arrive at my window.
My words scribble on paper.
My thoughts were disoriented
In a state of numbness
Sometimes I cry over a song,
Over stories of the past
What we could be and never were.
Sometimes I overthink
Every conversation plays in a loop
The punctuation and emojis overanalysed.
© Suranya.
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