Getting on…

Honey, I am still here; can you feel me?

it has been long time since we had dinner under the moon light.

now, we missed it..time and time again; we bleed for it..

cruel years passed; feeling nothing…loving famished under the storms…

so did the moon light..adored the way you first touched my chin..

now, even the love from the First Sight is a faded memory.

Me, I will still be getting on it.