Staring blankly at the phase of the moon.
The light it reflects awakens emotion.
Looking back, lingering on, nagging the moon in question.
What if.., should she have had…, was that really the best option.
Within a short time, she feels sudden numbness.
Face, arms and legs are in weakness,
Her heart’s pumping ability is lessened,
Starving for oxygen, causing permanent damage,
Loosing its pumping power, it’s now locked heart muscle cells.
Seems like life’s been in imbalance and incoordination,
Work and life was in disproportion.
Dying for weeks without any conversation.
Battling in deadly silence, living despair in seclusion.
The slim, bright crescent remains quiet and gentle.
Seems like it says “wait for your souls to meet someday.”
“Pain just like a wound, in time it’ll heal.”
As the moonlight dims, she stares still.
Dark clouds cover it, trying to lengthen the stay.
Bidding goodbye, it signals “take a step back, try to sail away.”
“Inhale and laugh, reminisce the good times and for sure, in time, you’ll stay.”