Two weeks
plus one day,
You will be gone
someday.
I was to write,
verses hundred
before you flew
far and away one day.
Could write nothing
as if stuck in quick sand
Letting love go is like
Waves parting ways with bandstand.
I will still love you
dry, parched or dead
You are the beats
my heart never had.
Tears flood,
on missing chances of building life with her
We could have been together
only if i had listened to her
Every morning i wake up
i feel her hair on my face
She will be long gone soon
Yet i would wake up drenched in her trace.
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