you must have thought
something that i expect
you would
after we parted without
the clarity of words
so you say, the cutting
was not that clear to
you...
i have moved on with
my own life
learning the bitter ways
of life
what we love most need
not be what we get
what we get is a product
of some compromises
what we live for before
our ideals and aspirations
are no longer what we have
now, those in between,
those without our fingers
crossed anymore
i may have loved you
yes, once, but it is not
what i am now, yes, the
change had changed, and
more changes are changing.
nothing is permanent
no one is forever,
no one is indispensable,
everything is bearable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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