Hours

The sky was slowly losing shine. Was I too engaged in the chores of mine? From light to dark, I saw all shades of blue. With the last shade rose a gloomy moon. I rested on the naked floor. With me, the distant cries of the shutting doors. The wind deafens me in its blows. My skin breathes in the moon's glow. 

So I lay under the night sky. Blinking with the stars, count them as I would like. I can sense my body pause its might. When these peculiar hours are in sight. 

These hours, such strange ones are they. No more room for the practicality of the day. See, how the cold air touches my face. It reminds me of your long lost embrace. 

It has been long, that we have spent these hours together. In a poetic sketch, longing for each other. Yet again, it has reminded me of you. But you are long gone, I wish you could feel this too…