It was 16th night of the first moon of the year.
I was there, on the beach, waiting for him.
Had no doubt he would come.
His words were strong and firm.
I already trusted him within a week.
Moon rose, started to shower the sea with silver.
Silvery,gold dust all over the sky and the sea.
For a minute i forgot i was waiting for anyone.
I was enjoying only the moon.
Moon and me had been lovers ever since i saw moon.
Up up and moon was above my head.
I had to lift my head to see the smiley face.
And when we catch our eyes i forgot everything.
I was feeling like flying.
With 2 silvery wings.
Something hit my foot.
It was a pebble from someone.
And i was out of the magic.
I looked at the watch.
It was 11:30 at night.
Yes...thats right.
He didnt come.
Neither did he inform me.
It was like he has vanished to the thin air.
And i looked up to the moon.
Tears rolling down my cheek.
Moon said..."Pls dont cry love.
I will always be here for you.
As long as you live.
And afterwards i will remember you.
Till the world ends.
I will always be here for you."
And then i came home.
Yes me and my loneliness of the moonlight went way way back.
And today i am 78 and still moon is the only love i ever had.
