Requiem for the love

She thought I would forget her with every passing days,

like a shadow,

would disappear behind the cloud of purple haze.

She thought she was just a passerby,

with an ease,

would become stranger with little cry.

She intended to leave, like she would be for the seas, just another wave,

oblivious, that she would leave scars to accompany me in the grave.

"When we drifted apart, she cried a little, but I died a lot more"

"What diversity in people you wonder?

Everyone is just skin and bones, fat and thin, 

with dreams and regrets, love and ponder. 

Little sadness, little numbness and few glory it holds,

while the dilemma to fly beyond yonder,

or choose small pleasures, takes its toll. "

-Hijas Shrestha