Of me and you...

Dark, moonless, and cloudy sky
Night wind, cold and bruised hands
Hot tears, blank eyes, and stoic face
Empty stares, tired and unbothered facade

Contemplating to end the red line
That feels bittersweet on the tongue
Has got me entangled like a vine
Left my heart with a pang

The sparks already die
The affection already gone
The joy already left
The feel already vanished

Plain, even bitter
Memories turned to dust
Light replaced with darkness
One last word before I end it all
Goodbye.