WHEN THE MOON COMES OUT

WHEN THE MOON COMES OUT.

How i hoped i never let go
how i hope i'm still there under the coconut tree
where we both held hands and talk about the past, present, and future.
As we wait for the moon to come out.

Sometimes when the moon comes out,
and i look through the window
and watch people move in pairs,
i remamber the days of our love,
when we both sat down under the big nim tree,
and play cards and ludo,
As we wait for the moon to come out.

Oh! how i hoped i never let go,
when she said, i want to take a ride on the sea.
The moon is almost out, i said as she mounted the engine boat.
I will be back when the moon comes out, was her reply.
But she never did when the moon came out.

And now here am I,
left lonely,
walking on the beach,
watching lovers have fun,
some are chating, some talking about the past , present and future.
Others are playing, playing cards and ludo,
Just how we used to do,
As we wait for the moon to come out.

this is a poem by myself.