I still long for the moment.
I still crave the company.
I badly needed reality.

Sadness was hitting me hard.
I never knew I'm a stranger to my own self without you holding my hand.
No matter how drunk I get,
I'm never able to sleep.
No matter how hard I try to forget,
you will never be here.

Tonight someone asked me,
"how do you know when to stop?"
I smiled, shook my head and nod.
Not quite sure how to answer that one.
Cause maybe until now
my heart longs for you to be the last one.