Beautiful murky black curtains propelled over the dream-like evening sky making the majestic moon and its maid stars assume the auspicious dais. The street lights and the city alley lay beneath
much inferior to its elegance.

The night has finally come! The night for which I have been backbreaking through all my past days gone by.

It's damn true! The one who makes you feel lonely even in a crowd is the one who has your heart, the one who owns your heart. Tonight when the world screams out my name, I go silent chanting her name with each heartbeat. Yearning to see her face somewhere in the crowd, hoping to hear her voice calling me dearly.

Did I drop my moon while trying to reach up to this sky???

I shut the door with a bang reciprocating the thunderstorm whirling inside my broken heart.
As I looked in the mirror I could see her coming towards me from behind, I turned to feel her in my arms just to drive my hands together in the air and hug myself. It was nothing but schizophrenia, lovers are never sane so are the broken ones.

I hugged myself tight reminiscencing the way how we used to hug.

I remembered how she used to climb on her toes and plant a kiss on my cheeks and then say "It feels like heaven to be in your arms, eyes, and heart all at the same time"

I moved my fingers softly on my cheeks to feel her warm Kiss on my cheeks just to touch the cold beads of tears rolling down my eyes.

Forgetting the surroundings I mourned out her name

"Sir is everything fine...?," An attendant of mine asked from outside the room knocking on the door

"Yes, I'm okay," I lied, the lie I'm used to since the day she left me.

"It's time sir be ready to go in," the Attendant said with a trace of worry in his voice

"Be ready ?" I said to myself and laughed looking at the mirror

What have I turned into, now there is no poetry but just pain in my eyes and even my lips have lost its art of smiling. All these external scars show only a little of how much my soul has been damaged.

I took her diary from my bag and sat down on the floor leaning against the bed to read it. I lit a cigarette and started smoking her memories.

To be continued...🤍🦋