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The winter I lost him

I failed to act, I was so still, and now, I lost him.

The empty nights, I wonder why and how, I lost him.

 

A gentle soul, so dear, with no ill thoughts,

Unlike me, he loved with faith, yet now, I lost him.

 

Naive and young, he never saw his fault;

But instead of guide, he was just killed, so now I lost him.

 

He was to be; and he was me as well.

I longed to fade; he to live, yet somehow, I lost him.

 

He hated me, yet he let me breathe,

My revenge died; I stand alone to vow I lost him.

 

I wear his name and move like he lives,

But days hurts, each day I learn how I lost him.

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Written by
Rynical
18 / Earth
Published
Feb 19
Lines·Words
12·126
Tags
#ghazal#loss#winter#selflove#shayari
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