Exiled Memories

1’o clock at night it is,
Sitting by the window sill
Looking at the dark night sky
With sleep gone from my life.
A sudden breeze shattered my pages of memories
Seeing her cry one more time,
Seeing her saying about my poem
Which was not even for her!
Glancing over so many memories at once,
But now the moon has vanished from the sky.
A thin cloud has parted the sky in two
One full of stars not as bright,
But enough to fill my vision with;
Another full of void just like me
A reflection of my life I see in it,
How can I jump from this part to the other?
Feels so near, yet so, so far.