Woke up with a smile,
that day I thought
you're still beside me.
The white satin,
nothing on it,
but the naked body rolled in blanket.
Looked everywhere.
Found nothing,
but that sticky little note saying,
"We're never really meant to be."
That sudden grievance,
that fraudulent claim,
made my life miserable for years!
Day by day,
wiping the tears,
pulling off what happened,
painting a smile again,
though poignant figures
feature everywhere.
Woke up this morning
with a knock-like sound.
As I open the door,
I faced a fraud image.
How pathetic of you
to think you're welcome.
Oh, by the way,
you need to go now.
I'm off to find the one,
who I'm really meant to be.