Midnight Musings

A collection of random thoughts brought forth by a sleep-deprived mind during the witching hours of the night; expressed through poems, verses, dialogues, and quotes.

Published by bbcherrytomato


Unspoken Goodbyes #1

"Are we okay?" She asked, her voice trembling with the breaking of her heart.

He glanced down at her, a frown creasing his brows. Then, he smiled and pulled her close.

"Of course we are. Nothing has changed. I'm just tired."

She nodded and snuggled closer against him. But the tears came flowing just the same.

For in her heart she knew that nothing's the same anymore.

Something has changed and she knew that he knew it, too.

He just wasn't ready to admit it. 


Unspoken Goodbyes #2

He looked at her, standing against the wind, her hair whipping against her face. She looked so lovely out there in the rain. Like an ethereal creature wrestling against the storm. 

She was his muse, his dream, his world, his everything.

She'd said she loved him, so many times and in so many ways. But there was always something about her that was just beyond his reach. And these past few days, she was becoming more distant than ever. It was in her lingering silence, her one-word replies, her absent laughter.

Now, as she glanced back at him, with her smiling lips and unsmiling eyes, he knew.

Her lips may not want to say it, but her eyes said everything he dreaded to hear.

And he knew. He just knew. He'd already lost her.

And she would soon leave without saying goodbye. 


Unspoken Goodbyes #3

There she was again, with that far-away, thoughtful look on her face. She sat right across from him. But she was, in truth, thousands of miles away. She was so far away that he might as well not have been there himself.

God! What he would give to delve into that beautiful mind of hers! What was she thinking of right now? What mysteries was she unraveling? He could almost hear the gears turning inside her head, yet he knew not what rhythm they followed.

Every now and then, a tiny frown would crease her brows, like she was wrestling with her own thoughts. And then, she would smile, that tiny smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. He knew that smile. It used to be his, the one that she gave only to him.

But this time, it was different. This time, he knew that it was not meant for him.

This time, it was meant for the one whose name she whispers in her sleep.

And just like that, he knew. It was over.