It was nearly winter when,
The dried autumn leaves crumbled,
The laughter of yours warmed me.

Nonchalantly it sounded to me when I realised that as if it was so easy,
Throwing jokes here and there.
Seeing that pretty smile curved away.

It was a cold night accompanied by pocketed hands through the freezing weather, when I realised everything.

It was too late. Too late.

For now, it's getting harder as if distance hurts me badly,
As if the skies are cursing me, away from you.
As if forever means forever and ever, like it never happened.
Like it was a fictional chapter written by a brokenhearted typist,
Seeking banishment from the surface of the world.

It was sad yet happy, for memories lasted more than words and promises.