Half Moon, Half Heart

Half Moon, Half Heart

Arman Rashid 

The night hangs quiet, the moon half-hidden,

its silver light spilling on empty streets.

I walk alone, feeling the weight of shadows,

and the ache of thoughts I cannot speak.

Stars scatter across the darkened sky,

like fragments of dreams we once held.

The wind brushes my face with memory,

reminding me of the warmth that’s gone.

Your voice lingers in the spaces between,

soft as the whisper of leaves in the night.

I trace the curve of the moon above,

searching for the shape of your absence.

Every heartbeat echoes in the stillness,

a rhythm shared with the half-lit sky.

I long for the night to stretch forever,

to hold the pieces of us in its quiet.

Time moves slowly when love is divided,

and the heart remembers what the world forgets.

I breathe in the cold, and I am still,

tied to the shadow of what used to be.

Beneath the half moon, I understand:

half of me has always belonged to you.