bubbles

One night
Just a few moons ago
You came to me looking for companionship
Nothing too deep, but neither was it shallow
Just an exchange of words and wits
Some laughter, some bitterness,
A hint of foolishness, even mischief.

It was whole lot of nothings, really—
But it became something
That somehow made my day, and even my nights.

But just like the moon
You disappeared somehow in the night
Slowly revolving, almost fading into that far distance
With no reason, nor hint of goodbyes.

There were a few words, I suppose
But nothing like before
Or at least nothing that I painfully hoped for—or sadly, assumed.

That left my days, and even my nights
Quiet, alone and empty—yet again.