The day you went away in a hurry to depart,
Never to return, leaving me with a broken heart.
Hoping to hear from you each day in despair,
Left with my sorrow, with no one to share.
The lingering pain that never goes away,
All these years hidden away.
Moment so painful when we had to part,
Tearing away from each other apart.
We, the travellers in this world, meet only to part,
Full of memories, sweet and sad.
Moments to cherish in multitude,
To be remembered in solitude.
Gone are the days of laughter,
Dreading the gloomy days of disaster.
The pain that surfaces, remains,
Only to hurt without much solace.
Love is indeed the most twisted curse of all,
Never to liberate without a scar.
It leaves a vacuum that never will fill,
The fragmented and broken heart.
Latha Warrier
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