At The End.

It was too late, you complained that I was changed. 

 And you memories were left,  at the end.

Rains were not pleasant like earlier they were, waves on the beach had no energy anymore, the pleasant weather was not driving me crazy.

Only your memories were left,  at the end. 

Indeed the promises vanished,  world around us changed drastically, it was strange,  unknown and emptiness everywhere. 

But, your memories were left,  at the end. 

It was hard to figure whom to blame,  whom to curse, at the end I was the culprit and most probably, I was the victim. 

And your memories were left like a wound and scars  at the end. 

They say,  you have good memory, its a boon, let me tell you,  it has been always a curse because,  they let the memories stay, at the end.