I had hoped for love to stay
but it kept me longing
like yearning for a drizzle
on a quiet midsummer day;

Turning it's back on me
it walked away into an abyss,
Such are the ones who leave
never once turning around. 

The delusion was too real
Now reality seems like an illusion
Perhaps if I had left love first,
I wouldn't be the one longing right now.  

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