Farewell, Mon Amour

It was the last day of school,

All were happy, exams finally came to end

A few sad too, for they won’t be wearing

the school uniforms again.

It was different for me

No tension of paper, no concern

Just a bitter thought,

How I won’t see her anymore.

All were anxious, tensed

‘bout how the questions’ gonna be.

I was depressed, thinking merely

Of how my mornings would now turn out to be?

Filled with her memories,

Will they be as sweet, as was she?

Or like a ghost,

her memories would haunt me.

When I saw her that day,

for the last time,

I felt a void within;

my mind, blank.

Blank as a new sheet of paper.

Blank as a starless sky.

I stood there, watching

As she walked away,

She slowed a bit...

Or maybe I wished it so.

The last plea of a sulking heart

maybe it’s all that it was.

She went out of sight

and I bid her farewell,

On the loss of a love

so innocent, so true

my heart cried

and the heavens cried too.

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