'Call me, okay?' you had said,
when you left me.
I held on to your words,
In moments of darkness
Like a promise I meant to keep.
Your words now are a burden I carry
when you ignore
My repeated attempts to call thee.
The hope that you may throw,
A welcome glance towards me,
Sometime, anytime..
Is a death sentence,
I did not see.
So I set you free, my beloved,
To fly as you chooseth,
And I ask nothing more,
But forgiveness for my impatience,
And for my inability to wait for you,
-for eternity.
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