Supposed Story

I am a universe full of mysteries, secrets, and depths.
And you are a reader of mind and mess.

I am hidden deep within the shadows of my past, and you are a shade of light that had unburied me.

The story of us could have been the happiest I could ever tell.
But you slipped away from my hold, and it started the beginning of our ending.

It was us; now it's only me.

You're gone, and nowhere to be seen.
You've left without goodbye.

Maybe, I tired you with all the guesses, and runs, and chases, and cries.
Maybe I did.

I realized I was a weight to everyone only after having slapped by the reality.
Maybe, it wasn't really 'our' story; maybe it was only mine.

And that supposed story ends with infinite tears and heartaches.

Goodbye then.