In departure,
For a long,
Fruitless travel..
Going back,
To where,
Once life was,
Feels lifeless..
What feels,
Even more,
Painful is I,
Cannot tell..
Years ago,
We crossed,
paths in blue,
Otherwise grey..
Eyes, wet,
As I type,
Heart, beating,
With this thought..
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