He bid me such a painful goodbye,
Maybe so because he promised to stay by,
Not even the audacity of a formal farewell,
He knew his leave would never make me well,
Even then he didn't resist his urge to go forth,
He never turned back to look at the me waiting in fort,
No words, just a painful leave and the glare, a bye,
A bye that painted the whole way black in a sigh.
Some goodbye's hurt even when it's the most inevitable and sensible thing to do.
~Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
