Untitled Ii Poem by Alexander Foald

Always like this
When it comes to conclusion
That no one of us can actually see
It’s just better off separating

And the days would stand longer
And the nights would call for loner
And of all the things happen around,
This could be the worst time I have

These tears won’t bring it back
The memories hid behind our story
My dreams end as it ended
Like a burnt candle in the dark

Now it won’t be all the same again
No more smile brought up for me
All the kind of sweets from my pocket
Has gone with her last good bye