“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.