All these days I did was wait,
Preserve the memory and not let it fade,
With a hope that new memories will form
When you come back....

But now I feel the problem is not luck,
But the person you used to talk.
Because why would someone like some random post
But ignore the person who mattered the most?

I understood—I don’t carry any value,
And I don’t blame you.
There may be something I’m unaware of,
Something that you just couldn’t speak of.

But if just once we could’ve talked,
You could’ve told me—and I would’ve walked.
Instead, you left me with no clue,
Beneath the open sky that was still blue.

But it’s fine, I must say,
The pain is huge—but not as much as the memories we made.
And I promise I won’t contact you,
Will not disturb, or walk by you.

I don’t know how good I was to you,
Was I deserving of the moments we lived through?
But I will keep our memories with me,
Will nurture them, and not let them flee.

All I want to say, at last,
may you be happy, and always laugh.
With this, our story ends as a pair—
We’ll walk different paths from here.