Melancholic Quartet

Hey.

Do you remember me? I sure remember, and I miss you.

 "Hey." "hey."

The moon is full and bright tonight. The stars are brimming with delight like a beautiful painting on an oil canvas.
Are you looking at it too? I wonder how are you doing.

The cicadas are screeching with joy, are they mocking my thoughts?
There are many scattered leaves on the floor, swirling and dancing, as I pace my footsteps to the rhythm of the howling wind.
Is it all a coincidence that my thoughts are also swirling?
And as elegantly as they may dance, they're dead: crisp and emotionless.
Yet, they've once had their fair share of an unretrievable past.

Its just a plain ordinary night like any other day. but this particular night doesn't feel right.
The peaceful atmosphere that brings out the best of the romantic couple next to me, why does it contradict itself to make me feel like war on the opposite end?
Aren't we all in the same place?
How are we different? It sure feels despairingly different.

Would this storm be over with a smile?

I miss you.
I miss walking in parks together to seek for new adventures.
I miss you adoring me and lifting my chin, giving me a forehead kiss to ensure everything will be fine.
I miss you getting all worried when I skipped a meal or two.
I miss the nights where we leave all our worries behind and solely focus on each others' existence.
I miss your cold floor and our big fights.
I miss losing track of time when I'm with you.
I miss how the lyrics to every song we hear will complement our feelings.
I miss the unwavering gaze of your eyes as I fall asleep in your arms.
I miss the fact that you used to matter.
Most of all, I miss your warmth.

I can feel your absence exceptionally tonight.
Its like waking up one morning knowing that all your teeth have fallen out of your mouth.
You wouldn't even need a mirror to realise its gone.

Thank you for liking me for who I am, but we can't escape the fact that I'm not enough for you.
I knew this was going to happen, so I'm not blaming you for leaving me.
I'm..... not angry either. I know I should be, but.... I'm not.
I just feel pain. A lot of pain.
Yeah you know, I thought I could imagine how this would hurt? But I was wrong.

Isn't it funny though, how every memory we've cherished and created before, can become our worst nightmares after?
Your thoughts, your likes, your dislikes, and your dreams.
But I guess, just like some bottles of Pinot Noir, our love could neither mature nor travel.

Its the wee hours again?
I don't know which month it was then, or what day is it now.
But these are my finest moments.
I will scrub my skin, to rid me from you.
And I still can't fathom my emotions, why did I cry?
It just felt like you tore apart a perfectly pieced jigsaw puzzle and fixed it your way.
Maybe you thought I would be a better fit for you in this manner.
But then you must have changed your mind, or made a wrong because,

why did you leave?

I can't recognise this feeling of emptiness, the way you left me when you were done.
So for now,
I will miss you.
I will miss your absence like I'll never love again.
And I still don't know which month it was then, or what day is it now.
I will blur out the lines of our memories, like another vagabond, lost, to love.

The wind is aggressive today, its cold. where are you?