“This is a recent poem I wrote, titled: Under The Moonlight, a simple expression of how love can be a one-way street, and how letting go is harder than the actual falling in love“
It fell apart under the moonlight,
We tried to fit together
But you’re not a glove & it wasn’t love,
Had to leave you with a letter
We subsided into ashes as the sun began to rise,
I kissed my pillow tenderly; hold on, sleep tight
But you never followed pursuit,
Nothing to lose but the sweater
You took me by the hand, heart
And ultimately, my mind
If the art of letting go is beautiful,
Then it sure hurts like hell
To let go.
DAYDREAM MADNESS 
Mila,
I have seen something there in each your poem that’s particular to you — and indeed! that’ll be your texture.
I’ll try to explain that particularity sometime later, let me figure it out myself first.
* this poem is another hit, hope it is to be there in the book!
Wishes. 🙂
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I hope to include this particular one in the book, definitely! This is one of my personal favorites. Thank you for the wonderful feedback.
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Always! 🙂
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