TalkingToTheMoon

So here I am again, in a place where no one knows
A place where no can see me, no one can hear
This is the time I actually look at the moon and cry
I know at times I may appear to be tough,

but sometimes to bear the pain and heartache can be too much

If only I would have taken a chance

I know that you would still be here
At night I still write you many poems
Only now the ink is mixed with tears