I hope you're looking at the moon in the same way I used to look at you. May you dream on each star hopelessly like I used to dream of you. May you see them how they twinkle in my eyes now like the way they used to twinkle when I look at them in yours.
May the silence embracing the songs of the shore drift you away as the wind cradle you gentlelessly in the land where hopelessness and despair awaits. May the never-ending wait for solitude lasted longer than eternity. Until your heart dries up and forget what the wait is all about.
And as much as I want to curse you with such agony, that wouldn't cause me any difference. For I already have eradicated the habit of waiting in vain for someone as stoned but number than me.
May it be.