The pain misery felt like own,
Memories flip pulsating like beats in the heart,
Inappetence, by whom not from the crown,
Palpable by our very own heart.
The only solace found in weeding the emotion,
Very much like stamping out the wick, our pretence,
No more warmness, but darkness motioned,
Light again the fire of existence.
I remember her, I remember not,
Through monographs of lives,
Monographs of thoughts,
At times better than evenings' jives.
I love you always, but time doesn’t consent,
Chance unforgiving, time irredeemable,
Soul mates meet and end,
Shall we meet again, it will be a true fable.
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