A Response to "Looking at the Moon...I saw your Face

The moment you were looking at the moon,
I was in a lonely room:
Writing another poem for you.

That moment,
I was breathing an air
Which was from your land.
I was reading a poem
Written by your hand.

That night,
Many times I tried to sleep
But could not , and realized
How much I miss you.
I wanted to sleep just because
I was sure
In my dream I would see you.

I wish it was not a dream
I wish it was true
When I came and wiped your tear drops
When I was there near you.

That night,
When I woke up
I realized, I was incomplete .
What I was missing was you
And just you.