Maybe you can't feel the love I felt,
As in the reminiscence I survive,
remembering those promises,
which were meant to be forever,
but then, are all promises forever,
meant to be broken?

I lay among those broken memoirs,
sheltered deep beneath my heat,
with perhaps a thousand tears,
which cry out your name,
in disdain, utter pain...
Not believing you could
be so easily gone..

I sit so lonely, yet not alone,
with me lies memories,
which, to you may be forgotten,
burdened beneath the load of heavy days,
somewhere, find it,
it might be there, crushed inside,
yet striving to survive.

People mock at me,
things shattered, why mend them
and not replace with the fresher pieces?
Yet no one cares to peek inside,
and feel that the olden days to me
were the only one I can desire.
May not you feel the death I live,
Or else, perhaps there would be no chance left
Hopes that dies, may die further,
seeing you drift away above.

When someone has to go,
why come into another's life,
leaving alone those memories,
and thousand promised, wishes
unanswered, unfulfilled,
leaving alone an incomplete love,
with thousand questions still hovering above?

Amidst the pages of my diary still lays
many of those dried flowers,
that once shone, yet now they show
each thing gets a life and dies
And all you are left with are the salty cheeks,
Even the tears tend to leave your side.

What occured suddenly? Whose curse?
When happily you would slide your hand in mine,
why didn't I have you in it's lines?
And slowly, I saw you go,
yet why words didn't beg you not to go?

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