



May be, this will reach you,

Or I will if it comes to that,

May what it needs, me to do, I'll do.





...





There's something in me that's broken forever,

Or may be it's all lost and lifeless as ever.





My life now feels like a hellish bane,

Yet I am alive, for the sake, I feign.





My world revolved around you,

Only you knew me more than I do,

This elegy is my way to say,

Had you been here, it wouldn't be this way,

Extinct is all that was good in me,

Rest is all as bad as it could be.





I was fortuitous to have had you, but not enough.





Repressed, my words evince my pain,

Everything but exacerbates me insane,

All I can think is about you, all the time,

Lost I am, unable to accept this paradigm,

Learning the art of crying without tears,

Yearning for your touch, as my skin sears.





My heart is bursting with hurt, yet–

I smile to hide my contrite, I–

Shiver on the thought of living this lie,

Silly of me to even think I could try.





Your hand was an emollient on my head,

Oozing all my worries; and sleep - now I hardly can,

Unfortunate, I am now, left about to live alone.





May be, I'll never see you again,

At least in this life, as it yet ran,

May what it needs, me to do, I'll do,

And be there, out of this strife, with you.