i knew it from that day
that you won't last real long,
that you're going to leave me anyway,
for another time around, i wasn't wrong.

we used to love different views
from different window panels,
but here i am today, farewell
to the view of your back in different hues.

the view of your back,
leaving me ; heading to south.

if there was only way to track
all things from the start without a doubt,
i will take the risk.
even though i know your heart,
and i know you are too sick of this,
but please don't leave me like this as a wrecked piece of art.

i am such a fool
for making a poem for you,
but i guess, i just made a mess,
i'm sorry if i forgot that you have already left.