And there came a time when I was standing
alone on the road, bidding you goodbye,
with hopes as ravishing as life,
with smile as broad as sun's reach,
with blush as red as a rose,
with memories as alive as a playful kid,
the holding hand, the love gestures, the
winks, the you, the me, the we.
Not everything works out- not you, not me,
not we!
Distance grew, hearts cried, tears came
alive,
broken we were!
And there came a time when I was standing
alone on the road,
with no smiles, no blush but ample of
memories- of you, of me, of we!
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