She hustles and bustles in her office desk from the early hours –a daily routine. She’s used to walk a fine line in the midst of  reservations and worries. Keeping an eye of the memories that are but hazy and fleeting.

” It will never be a bad day”  She speaks softly at the crack of every dawn- a habit to maintain positivism; wiping away the forlorn.

When the world sleeps, she’ll stay awake to beam a glimpse of her love.

Down here, pensive and wistful,  staying close between the stars and the dark clouds.

Up there, he’ll always be–  her smile to all the frown faces, her relief to every strain nuance and her hope in her every downfall.  With his scars  all over yet with his compassion radiating towards people’s lives– she’ll stare at him below with great awe for his  noble bravery.

‘Cause up there, he’ll show up for everyone who felt alone.

And down here, she’ll always be  silently loving her moon.

So, please hang in there a little longer…

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