It hurts knowing,
You don't like me
All these feelings growing
Everything was too easy to foresee

You wouldn't need my presence
I should have been clairvoyant
I won't have to be jealous
Our lives would have been flamboyant

Our fantasised reminiscence
Erased from existence,
There was an obvious difference
The hopes are in evanescence

This poem is a requiem
For our long lost love
An imaginary emblem
Nothing else to top above.