What we had remains as a promise,
Something that I usually reminisce,
Something that I still cannot resist,
And something that continually gives me a total bliss.
As you crash landed into my world,
The novelist inside me was once again fuelled,
But you know what’s absurd?
You left my works unread and unheard,
Coz even before you’ve got the chance to indulge every word,
You left without saying a word.
You left me completely stunned,
Who would’ve thought you’d left everything undone,
While having a new life with someone,
On the Land of the Rising Sun.
I guess the memories of you coming,
Would always be magical and appealing,
But the memories of you leaving,
Would constantly give me an excruciating feeling.
It’s been seven years,
Since I’ve written this poem in tears,
A poem that was purposely made for you,
A poem called you.
