…and here I am,
standing in front of this tree
reminiscing those moments
when it used to be you and me…
We made a promise
(do you remember, dear..?)
you said you won’t go
as we were lying here…
Time has passed…
and I stand here and cry
You left without a word
and you never told me why.
Now, I have to let go
of things that will never be
‘coz my dreams are all but wishes
here, on this dead tree.
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