I won't be crying for days dear! I won't be this crestfallen too! Believe me! You don't have to fear! I won't contemplate suicide too! I can't even imagine myself, Growing a beard. Its rubbish! Like a needle kept in the topmost shelf, This'll stay. I'll pretend to be selfish! Perhaps I realize now how it is, To live as a shadow of oneself! No joy, no grief can anymore please Me, and they are running themselves! Living in the past can only happen To some people who are old, I thought! Now I realize that its all wrong when I experience this! There is still a lot! You don't have to contact me again! Don't even think about me, dear! I am out of sight, so out of your mind, Is what I wish to happen here! My last moment will be just as grand, As I would be thinking about you! That drop of tear you shed shall stand, Far beyond all my life! I tell you!
Dear RGS, A truly touching and beautiful poem on the 'love lost'. It brings back to my mind a couple of lines some where I read " Full many a flower blossom in the wild Unseen to die leaving a fragrance sweet and mild'. Thanks for sharing.
