The pain to see you go,
Should never happen,
even to a foe.
'We'll meet again', you said,
Agonized! Half dead! !
Then came the memories,
And the stories of the past,
Moving in front of me, Oh so fast! !
Meeting you was not in my hand,
the times we had,
Wish I had a magic wand,
to bring those back.
Irritate me, you did,
The laughs, i hid.
Yes, I met you again,
and watched with pain.
With a girl in your arm;
my heart suddenly warm!
Formal was our talk,
Greater was the shock.
Silence pertained,
my agony curtained.
I bid farewell,
never ever to meet again,
A teardropp surged,
A pain urged.
A smile on my face,
Sadness, without a trace!
I saw u leave,
With a heave.
My heavy heart,
which treasured,
A longlost goodbye kiss,
And A broken promise.
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