When Tounge Can't Speak

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A short Poem for my beloved Luna.

I let my self leave my bedroom for a while.

It's been a couple of weeks since I talked to someone in person. My throats are hurting, dehydrated I think or it's been itching to talk to someone.

The fresh air lingered on my nostrils as if they are waiting for me to come out on my cave.

I looked up at the sky as if its been waiting for me also because he prepared a special gift for me.

I smile in my head and ended up into a nod.
I saw the Moon lonely again.
As if he's waiting for me to sit at my favorite spot that my father built for me.

A small pain in my chest is the reason why I barely breathing while watching the lonely moon.

I took my guitar that also waiting for me for a long time. And headed at my favorite spot where me and my beloved Moon are always having a deep conversation.

I play the first song that I learned where my beloved Moon is the only one who witnessed the first time I learned to play the sweet melody.

I sang while looking sadly at my beloved. The song ended and all I can hear is the furious wind. Maybe the rain is on his way.

“Its been a while,love.Thank you for waiting.I didn't noticed that this is your last day. I'm sorry.” 

I took a deep breath and look away at the sky.
The Moon are hiding at heavy cloud again.

Maybe,I don't deserve his forgiveness. I abandoned him- no I abandoned them.

They are always waiting for me to come back,yet I made my decision.

I chose to leave them all behind. I chose to recover and heal myself. I can't face them knowing the fact that I can't bear to be with them.

Maybe loving yourself is right.I used to know that loving yourself is selfish until I realized that loving yourself is the first step to love someone. 

I kept healing first before I can have a deep conversation with you,love.Wait for me, please, don't hide yourself again at the heavy clouds.

Kept giving a light into someone that needed your light.Kept shining even if you're alone.

                                       Sincerely Yours,
                                         Eaves