I ran back against the strong wind,
against the drops of water that slowly trickled and casted a sad somber feel,
the likes that imitates the sad love story we just saw.
I am about to say I am sorry,
I am about to plead my life with just these three words,
I am about to beg and give you the relish of seeing me in misery
Of Me not having You, in my Life, EVER.
But Alas like in every sad love story, your car arrived too early and mine came late
that I have to wilder through traffic, while yours was blissful.
I came at your door in despair, sorrow hanging on my shoulders and tears struggling not to fall..
But your already gone.
Gone, that you haven’t been able to hear how every bit of your
touch haunts me, how every soft whispers can still be heard inside my room,
how your embrace have made me courageous, how I hold you dear, how I treasure YOU!
Well, technically its when I HAD YOU.
Now this is our sad love story, true, painful and a sad cliche.