Waning

Is there a flaw in my image?

Are there stones under my guise?

For I'm no curiosity in your eyes anymore 

Is there a dent in my bearing? 

Did I stumble in my act? 

For your smile isn't blazing like before

Is there dimming in my stature? 

Have you lost me to the crowd? 

For my voice isn't a moment to you anymore

Is there a spill in my words?

Is there a stain uncleaned?

For your stories don't reach for me anymore.

Trying to contain it all

But like the moon on a cloudy night

You keep on waning