“Let’s fly high”
His smooth syllables ring through my head
Even after I left what was left of him.

His eyes? What I desired
His touch? What I needed
His voice? What I reminisce
Him? What once was mine

The battle of hearts and souls
Defies to change the recurring fouls
Oozing in glycerol the tears of woes
Longer than the Nile my darkness flows
Down the much awakening past
The memories which failed to last
Tick tock tick tock round the clock
Loneliness drapes me with its own lock