GOODBYE

So long, so gone
It seems you fly with time
Not gone by a gun
But as the scent of thyme

I reminisce our days
Which now has the scent of old dust
How we scheme different plays
Just to attract our old lust

You left without a goodbye
But only your last breathe in my arm
You knew I was never read to send a goodbye
So in your last tears
You placed your fingers on my palm

No casualty could make me envisage us apart
But no thanks to the inevitable one
Who has driven us to different paths

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