I drift lifeless in this weary night,
Not cognizant of these dark ways.
A tear in my eye blurs my sight
Souvenir of bright, beautiful days.

I hear the sound of leaves, dry.
Crushed—like my life—torn apart.
A soft, muffled cry,
I hear their echo in my heart.

I turn around with a firm belief
Of someone in this way unknown.
But the sight multiplies my grief—
An empty road with shadow of my own.

I look up at the moon profound,
Prepared I was, to shout aloud.
At this happiness I just found
When she hid behind a chunk of cloud.