Sitting at the courtyard
It was the same nightsky we shared years ago
Except you weren’t here with me
The star asked me
If I still think about you.
To the same star
I wondered if she realised
thinking about someone
is just like how she thinks about the moon
Perhaps the clouds blurred their destiny
Perhaps the moon changes his face too often
And so the star and the moon never met
Each hides in the different corners of the universe
Being alone becomes a habit
Perhaps our love blurred our destiny
Perhaps I change my face too often
And so you and I never loved
Each of us know that forgetting each other is a habit
So we let being alone become a habit
Tonight reminded me of that very night at the playground,
where we shared the nightsky together.
We had a very heartfelt conversation.
I poured my heart out to the brink of tears
and you held my hands.
I ever thought love was that pure, in that moment.
But after we parted for so long, I now learnt that being alone is a habit too.