Diary of an Empty Day

From “I love you” to a habit And old habit melts away Till you doubt if you had it Ever since that summer day Like green leaves turn gold and brown To be scattered everywhere So are we, when coming down ( “he’s not there”, “she’s not there”) “I am honest every moment” You can say, but so can I Honesty won’t ease the torment Without love there’s no blue sky No green leaves, and for tomorrow Comes the same another day Everything degrades in sorrow Even sorrow hides away Feigned composure brings detachment Only urgent things remain Changeless, bolstered as attachment To the usual evening rain Day is done, so how it was? Average, happy, boring, nice? Have you thought to speak out words That you keep inside your eyes? As for me, day was so bleak That I couldn’t see you, dear Just another day to shrink For the night time to appear.