Staring at his retreating figure,
I couldn't help but break down.
I always thought our love was more lasting,more permanent.
People told me ,
Love comes with patience,
With intimacy of hearts,
With hurdles to cross,
With pain to fight,
But most of all,
With love to compensate,
For what you did,
For how much you wronged your beloved.
That was how we were.
But no more.
No more was I,his.
No more was he ,mine.
No more were we ,us.
