One day I'll write a poetry,
bidding an adieu to you.
The last one, with your
name in my heart and mind.
I'll never ink a word about you,
ever in my remaining lifetime.
You'll not occupy the spaces
in the empty parts of my head.
My sunset will not be a slumber
of pain and tears of your name.
My eyes, will never shed a tear
craving for your smile to see and
my ears to hear the voice of your's.
I'll loose your name in a crowd of many.
You'll be a portrait in the pages of past.
A smiling face, I lost on the way.
The story will be written just below it
and I'll probably smile and let the tears fall
as I once called it my home, the one I lost.
I'll again read the story from starting to end
for it still would hold the title of the epic story
of my life.
Slowly, I'll see the you in me dying a little everyday and one day the time will arrive when it will be no more alive then I'll carry it to the graveyard to bury it deep in.
I'll leave a bouquet of flowers for the good days and words of thankfulness.
Then, I'll leave peacefully and I'll never return back.