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May 2018
I sit in my chair,
And look up at the ceiling,
Tears stroll down my eyes,
Heart filled with old feelings.
With my forefinger,
I flick away the tears,
Sigh into the air,
But there is still some fear.
I do not know how this all came to be,
Everything was good,
Together,
We were happy.
Now all there's left,
Is memories and heartache,
How could you be so cruel?
Throwing me down into the tarmac.
I still wish you were here,
Holding me tight,
Creating a calm I do not remember,
I still wish you stayed the night,
Did not leave me alone,
As we crept into a deep slumber.
Forgetting the promises,
You trod on your way,
Making me doubt whatever we had,
Was a dream,
An almost something.
Written by
Taranpreet Kalra  18
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