And there he was, standing silently alone,
His heart beating as he watched it fade away.
A light that had brightened his days,
Sinking into the merciless clouds.
An inch, he clung to it, a drop he held for life.
And there he was, standing greeting the dark,
Convinced happiness was forever gone.
He stood with a heart torn to pieces,
Wondering what comes after it fades.
He counted, yes he stood there counting.
Each number ripped a piece of him,
Each tick, each tock, each passing minute.
He stood, he watched, he braced himself.
An emptiness overcame him, love lost,
It has a way of gripping and shaking a heart.
There in the shadows, no sound could be heart,
Still he stood, thinking what comes next.
He was shattered, your grave was still new.
He was broken, your scent ever so fresh.
The sun had vanished, his hurt remained.
That is why he stood there waiting.
He saw something in the distance, bright.
He watched, his bleeding heart wide open.
And as the light got brighter he felt it.
He lifted his head, he held it high.
His fear subsided, hurt turned to hope.
New beginnings, he found new light.
For it was finally the time of the moon.