When did you last look at the bright moon hugged by the dim
light?
When was
the last time you closed the door without feeling any regret?
When was
the last time you lent a hand to help someone in trouble?
When was
the last time you admired the moon without feeling sad?
When was
the last time you sat and reflected on every mistake you had made?
When was
the last time you looked into the eyes of your loved one
And
asked if everything is okay?
When was
the last time you actually felt anything?
…
I see
you thinking hard before you answer, wondering when the last time was that you
felt like a living being.
I see
you barely holding your pose, trying to remember when you last cried over all
the important fuck – ups.
Are you
still trying to play the game of being blameless, truly guilt-free?
Or maybe
your heart has grown used to being cold… Just tell me.
…
When did
you last look at the bright moon hugged by the dim light?
When was
the last time you sat drawn in the depth of your comfortable loneliness?
When was
the last time you enjoyed your life just as it was?
When was
the last time you were filled with glee without feeling shame?
Have you
forgotten what a pure emotion is?
Have you
forgotten what delight tastes like?
…
Maybe
there is nothing worth remembering,
Maybe every
question is another locked door,
Maybe every
piece you buried should stay where it is.
Maybe
you refuse to remember because you have given up.
…
And now
that the bright moon rests within the dim light again,
You no
longer ask where you have been or what you have forgotten.
Maybe this
calm night is for me to finally understand that you are no longer my friend,
Maybe I need
to realize that you are now a stranger wearing the face of someone I once cherished,
Someone I
no longer know…
