Ramadhan

When I was little, I used to hate sunset

because it always made me feel sad

I didn't like the transition from light to dark

I sat quietly in my small room today

and watched as the world shifted outside of my window

the rolls of clouds were softly painted in different hues

of blue, pink, violet and amber

of varying depth and intensity

Trees swayed gently in the early summer breeze

I could hear the neighbours chattering and laughing

enjoying their Saturday

I could hear the sound of children playing

in the distance it was a beautiful evening

Before I knew it

the last ray of sun was beginning to disappear

from the sky

and I witnessed ramadhan skipping away

from us

in a blink of an eye

gone is the blessed holy month

and I miss it already

a wave of melancholic feeling washed over me

this is possibly the loneliest I've ever felt

of Eid eve

but it wasn't a bad kind of lonely

it's a different.