At first you cope with them departing,
wishing to forget as soon as possible
a glimpse, a shadow, a scent or a memory
Any reminder of pain, their eyes
or that they were sorry.

Then it is days of mundane existence
From dawn till dusk and then some more
Lost to the dull drudgery of mediocrity
a crooked wheel, amidst supposed hilarity

Eventually, you learn, everything fades
the beauty, uninhibited laughter,their faces
Forgetting them perhaps was easy
Holding on to them however, proved hard, much hard
and the question about this irrational need, I wonder
Must it everytime rip us apart?

Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2021-01-10 at 03:34

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