Head throbbing,
From a week of emotional madness.
Morale borderline,
From a month of rejection.

Tonight, marks one week.
And all I wanted to do,
Was come over.
Even though it is way past midnight.

The mist was heavily drizzling on vehicles.
The streets empty. But the music was loud.
Out of the clouds, bare and brave.
Stood the crescent super moon.

Sitting on the city of the Dome.
It almost led me there. To you.
But, as time passes. You seem to grow distant.
It feels as though, I'm out and done.

I wanted to get wine,
So we drink till the moon lost its light.
Dance the night away intoxicated.
Tell you and show you hope beautiful the moon is.

Almost as you.
A brilliant luminating god.
Not as bright as your eyes.
A joy to gaze upon.

It seems that I haven't accepted faith yet.
But the pain soothes it.
Can you say hi?
Is it too much to ask? Or unfair to him?