Once we had stood,facing each other,where we counted the debts I owed to you..
The price,it is still hounding me in my dreams..
Now too..
We stand far away,may be never seeing each other's face..
Me bowing with gratitude..
Leaving a gift..
A gift to forget me..
You wanted it so badly,to forget me,that I was a bad incident in your life..
Now,I am forgotten..
It's a gift for you,my little darling...
When I come,you won't know, because I won't move a leaf at my arrival..
When I leave,you won't know,cause even the sky won't blink when I leave..
Because I had never left,had just stayed as a shadow,behind you..
You won't feel even the missing beat of your heart..
I won't take anything I had lost,not even music..
I won't pick up the flute,leaving it behind for you,to stand guard for you .
I won't pick weapon,as I cannot hurt you..
So instead,I would bleed .
I would be hurt..
Would burn and shiver..
And leave,my gratitude,even for the nights I slept thanks to your voice.
Or the moments I laughed watching you laugh.
