To end,
My trembling heart,
Had finally concluded to meet you for the very last time.

It is indeed a herculean effort for my broken soul,
To gather courage and fearlessness
To look upon you without all merriment and happiness
Which once breathed in us.

I assume that,
The blurred memories which we made,
Will now collide with each other in your heart.

Memories, I believe,
Have become my past.

And now
As my future is drawing me to itself.