There's a stark contrast.
Previous night, unending conversations,
Tonight, uneasy quietitude,
For ever, as if longing to last.

Uncanny in a way unknown,
This night resists to die.
Unfamiliar, unwilling, I feel dejected,
Dampened by silence, I wildly groan.

This sudden strangeness is odd,
Hoping to mend broken ties,
I long to regain my lost half,
I feel frail, as the crack is broad.
© ShriMukh