The crumpled sheets reminds me of you.
That clock on the wall has died too.
Those passionate desires will no longer intensify.
Our reflection on the mirror will now only remain framed in my eyes.
Everything is haunting,
Walking in the graveyard of emotions.
I am trying to survive.
But the pain is ripping my heart.
All that I can say is that I loved you.
Which I didn't confess
Or you ever sensed.
And then the abrupt end.
I couldn't even bid the final good bye.
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