I don't know,
is it the sound of your feet,
or your heartbeat?
one is getting louder,
while the other
is beating
quite harder;
yet, might be
for another.
Hands are not
being held any tighter;
I miss the warmth,
It's too unbearable for this
to be colder.
Just like the trees
that needs the breeze
to move;
and just like the ocean,
that needs the moon
that pulls;
I, too,
need you.
However,
Unlike the moon,
or the breeze,
I crave,
I long,
I yearn,
for you to
not to go to the other side,
nor stop the breeze.