I sit by my window, tonight.
The light of the moon,
Radiates my skin with sorrow.
Misery shines though my eyes.

You are a far cry.
A long shot.

I sit by my window, tonight.
Reminiscent about you and us.
I am living in your effulgence.
An afterglow.

You are a far cry.
A long shot.

I sit by my window, tonight.
Every night, I lose you.
Like the moon loses its parts.
Will I have you complete, ever?

You are a far cry.
A long shot.

I sit by my window, tonight.
Without blinking as liquid flows,
A liquid I've learnt to cherish.
Skin burns from the liquid.

You are a far cry.
A long shot.

I sit by my window, tonight.
Death glare with a plea,
Breathe without life,
Waiting for the end.

You are a far cry.
A long shot.

I sit by my window, tonight.
Are you looking at the moon too?

Because,

You are a far cry.
A long shot.