The last time I spoke
with deep sincerity
was when I told her
I’ll never ever leave
Now, I’m on the subway
waiting for the train
to take me away
from the harsh reality
Because it’s been
so long, perhaps a
decade already
when I used those words
without clear clarity.

I’m not a fan of those little lights.
I never talked to them about her.
They never calmed my heart.
They never helped me out.
Like tonight, they just watched us
move to separate roads without
looking at each other back.
Even the moonlight *****
for lighting my way to wherever
she will never show up.
Ahh, but why did they do that anyway,
while I was looking at her
they glowed her face
leaving me breathless and speechless
like that time she wore that white dress.
My heart sank, regretting
why I’m walking away.
So much for not believing
with these stars, I might never
forget this day;
how much I love her but
I am not enough for her to stay.