There in that moment
I could see it
In your unfaithful eyes.
All those small talks
And long goodbyes.
An absurd reality
Of your being
In my life.
I stood there
Somewhere
On that long lonely asphalt.
Shattered.
What am I?
Who have I become?
I have been trying to ask this
From quite some time.
But my consciences
Never replied.
I smile,
I admire
The moments
We have spent
Together.
I won't feel
The love again.
But somewhere
I would feel you.
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