Curled up in the reminiscence
of the lost moments
drifting to a world of the extremes
envisioning some miracle to happen
your thoughts
braided and locked in a time freeze

You don’t want to wake
from the pretentious belief
that you religiously weaved,
and the relics of her origin
is yet to be seen
by the world at large

Your heartwarming smile,
your defiant laugh,
your soul-wrenching sobs,
your wayward walks,
all appear to have a stamp
from a distant past,
and though you saunter alone
yet one can feel the presence
of a loved soul by your side

Everyone tried
but you never seem to care
for you remain in blithe
with the yesteryear yearnings
the world assumed you are alone
but for you,
she was always by your side

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