The Night Still Asks Me About You And I Wish I Had An Answer
The moon asks me if I will ever forget you, and I can’t help but confess that I’ve learned to forget everything in the past but I couldn't forget the way you made me feel, I tell the moon that I learned how to forget everyone who hurt me but I still haven't learned how…
By 
Rania Naim
It’s at 2 am that the night hits me and asks me about you.
It asks me how you’re doing and I still don’t have an answer. I like to believe that you’re fine but a part of me doesn’t really want you to be fine without me.
The stars ask me if you still shine everywhere you go and if your smile still brightens up anyone’s day and I can’t help but say yes, because even if I haven’t seen you, I know that you’ll always shine even if it’s dark inside you.
And sometimes the night and I wonder if you miss me and if you’re also looking out the window waiting for a miracle.
The moon asks me if I will ever forget you, and I can’t help but confess that I’ve learned to forget everything in the past but I couldn’t forget the way you made me feel, I tell the moon that I learned how to forget everyone who hurt me but I still haven’t learned how to forget you.
And even the moon can’t forget you because it’s always full when I’m missing you.
The skies ask me if I’ll ever reach out to you and I tell them that I’m scared of not getting a response but the truth is I’m scared more of getting a response, I’m scared of hearing your voice and I’m terrified of loving you again.
And sometimes the skies make the night a little bit warmer when I think about you.
I wonder if the night will ever stop haunting me at 2 am to ask me about you. Sometimes I think the night is lonely and missing some company but then every time I bring someone else, the night gets colder and moon disappears.
I think I’m bound to spend my nights remembering you and there is nothing more I can do because the night was not made to be alone, the stars were not meant to shine above a broken heart and the moon was not meant to hide behind the clouds. The night craves love and intimacy, the night needs two souls bound together by its beauty, comforting each other from the troubles of the day.
And it’s the like the night conspired to keep me up until you’re back to me.
It’s 2 am and the night still asks me about you and all I can do is ask the night to let me sleep and bring you in my dreams and maybe one of those nights my dream will come true and the night will stop asking me about you. 
