As you left me standing in the cold,
I started thinking about memories old.
They... Once made of gold
Now hold...
No value in my heart.
You have taken my heart apart.
I am but left...
To scramble for scattered remnants.
A vessel bereft,
Of its erstwhile tenants...
On my knees...
Picking up pieces with sombre gait.
Mind only sees...
An fallen dance with the ghosts of late.
As I begin with a clean slate,
I can't imagine so much hate.
For someone who I loved...
I try and push your memory away
But in the effort I sway.
It is too much to bear...
I'd give anything to hear...
Another I love you,
From you.
What happened when we were together
Our bond...
Was supposed to last forever,
But now it's just an echo of memories fond.
These young initial steps that I take...
Will eventually hasten in pace.
Leaving behind the scars that ache,
And embrace the new breeze that cradles my face.
Vardaan Nayar
**ryn
This poem was possible only becuase of the talent of my friend ryn...thanks a ton man