The memory

I cannot describe, how it felt to be in love
To lose  yourself, govern by others
I wanted him so bad, so bad I cried
It was never worth it, never worth or right
Words cannot define, I don’t feel fine
The past that finished, yet coming behind
Endless stories, I get to hear
Would it matter to him, if I am lost and not present there?
I guess the answer is no, no one will love you my child
The phase may be over, but not yet completed in my mind
I recall him asking me, Are you fine?


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