The Aftermath

The other day when I was done with you

and I wanted to get rid of your voice

I tried to forget your echo and move on

but the aftermath had no rejoice

While I was  thinking of you

I could achieve the impossible

and run errands with ease

I could walk with my chest high

because I somehow always felt your breeze

As I tried to cut off your voice from my head

I slowly started to disintegrate

every atom in my body started to shatter

There was no sign of love 

the world was filled with hate

I thought it’d be over soon

because it was more a bane than boon

I held myself tight from ending it all

thankfully your voice came back again

that saved me from the brutal fall

and I still remember that day 

when you were my November rain




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