A day passed, and it was slow,
Very numb, shouting in the inside;
I kept avoiding the recent lows,
In hopes that the dreams won’t subside.
Morning came, and there were no greets,
I missed the words throughout the day;
Somehow the evening passed without a call,
Seemingly making us drift farther away.
You are the one, or so I thought,
Or, were you just a phase of life;
Uninterested, and so we fought,
Right is wrong, in this hopeless drive.
Triggering again that age-old feeling,
A feeling I thought was locked away;
Loneliness, did, come back to surface,
Kissing goodbye, as the cold heart lay.