The nights are long, the stars don’t speak,
The moon stares and the sky is witnessing.

I wonder, where..
Where does the river of love we once nurtured, go?
All that’s left, a hollow song,
Playing all the words of wanting you,
Though you have been gone, forever.

I loved you in the quiet hours,
Where only sky witnessed every love song I played
And where the world forgot my name for a little while.
And in that short hush between heartbeats,
I called you, my love, but you never came.

To love and to be loved,
Oh how lucky one is to have both.

A warmth that neither time nor tide
Can wear away or coax to loathe.

I was just a little girl
Watching chaos unravel, helplessly
Confusion became a daily routine
Silence, my only defense
And I honed the art of observing pain.

Day by day
I saved up pieces of disappointment
Until the jar began to crack
Spilling exhaustion
Hardening into quiet rebellion
Sharpening into well-trained disgust.

We stopped looking, even beneath the bed
Where is the sorry we deserved?
Where is the responsibility you clung to so tightly?
Where is all the change you once promised?

But whatever
You're here, technically
And us?
We've mastered the art of needing nothing from you.