Today, I saw you after very long,
Clasped in the arms of a boy along.
I discerned you must have moved on,
But asked myself, were the scars really gone?
Your eyes remenisced me of those obscure memory,
Incomplete and sketchy, still my favourite story.
Yes I still remember the story very strong,
Story that witnessed the making and breaking of our bond.
How it started-off good and the end left us shaken,
Subsequently making us more broken.
Always denied the fact that you weren't mine,
As the hope of your comeback didn't vanished with time.
You left me alone,
And your absence created a perpetual void.
Even though somewhere I knew it will happen,
Yet after seeing you two, my heart burdened.
Tears welled on,
And hopes broken.
Maybe now I am no one for you,
Maybe now you have your own -"we two".
The "we two" in which I don't have any share,
Maybe now I don't deserves to love and care.
But still Present day cannot deny the bond we shared,
Even at last we both smashed the pair.
I know somewhere I did mistakes,
But you also have your own share.
I penned down every story in my heart,
Because I never knew, things will remain unsaid and you'll depart.
But now let these words be buried inside,
Let there be guilt of not been tried.
It's time to convince this heart,
To accept that she had gone.
And you should also move apart,
I'm finally moving on.