You and I parted ways without a goodbye;
Juvenile days gave you sighs of relief,
While I lamented in grief along with the sky;
Unfavorable turn of dice remains hard to believe.
Since our separation, days feel like months
Once graceful our bond, was nothing less than a novel.
Faith regarding your arrival burnt away with blunts,
Heartful memories now call for a shovel.
Causes for tragedy unknown till date,
Ironlike trust on you rusted as you departed.
Remedy to my wounds lies in the hands of fate,
Your lucid eyes and sweet lies make me question why we started.

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