I used to look at him, the way I looked at the moon
In trance, and in admiration,
a mere thought of him was intoxicating.
To savor this remaining love left in me;
I wished to be caught in this dream forever,
but reality was too cruel.
When I awoke, I felt nothing.
It has been months since,
I have not caught a single glimpse of him.
The truth was, it was fading.
Yet I tried my hardest to keep it with me.
I held our love in my hands
like a pile of sand, slowly,
watching it slip out of my grasp.