That photo frame we had
It can die in the dustbin
The paints on the wall
Water shall clean them off
The bed we shared
Can die in molds
The iron shall rust
We can never be together
The objects we had shall have no meaning

Now I hate chocolates
Hate smiles
Dislike shores
Shall be distant to anything that will cause reminiscence

My gallery is wiped clean
Darling , you have never existed
See , the cloths you bought
Already live six feet underground

Down stream
Is the root of disappointment you made

I dislike watching black umbrellas in rain
Used to be your thing you had
Made sure I can't watch you online
Stalking is the last thing to do

I shall not cry
Because we are over