Silhouette of the past run round and round.
His present state of mind.
The last kiss.
The last time she said goodbye.
The final touching of hands,
before the morning dawn arrived.

He sung the song she never heard.
when in silence, He embraced Rian in the corner.
In abysmal thoughts he ponder.
While droplets of the gloomy rain cover,
his essence; the purest tears he shed for her.

Amassed chaos in his psyche.
Seeped to his fingers, to the pen.
The paper dripping of wailing despair.
His cursed existence he indicted.
How his life is seems so unfair.

Again,
He closed his eyes.
Reminisce what he lost inside.
Things he will never get back.
Things that will never come back.
Realized that one thing he lack.

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