Was it love
Was it lust
It was yummy
On the crust
It felt good
As long as it
Did last
And now
I have
Long months
Of fast
Did not
Take much
To break it
Into pieces
With just one
Single bitter blast
Some earthquakes
Caused rift and break
And in the cracks
Fell all my past
No precious diamonds
Pearls and jewels
Invaluable memories
Too much I dwell
I try hard
To emerge
From my past
But a large chunk
Of me, slipped
Along in the dark
No easy way out
From this blackout
Groping for footholds
As I dream of skies and clouds
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