Sorrowful

Some endings arrive without knocking.

— -

I pack the dreams inside my bag
I close my eyes for something that bad
Under the summer gaze, I wiped the sweat
that turned into the misty-eyed

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You left me with hundred questions into the sky
The sun which burned the skin
The action that burned the heart
With you who leaving me behind

Under the summer gaze,
all the dreams turned into ashes
I walked in the middle of the memories
that were still warm

The sky stays wide, indifferent,
holding my questions without answers.
And I learn — slowly, painfully -
that some endings ain’t need permission.

I admit you — you left me.
Our chapters was closed.
We buried.

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