Tears flowed,
A little moistening of the cheeks,
Followed.
Reminding all the truths.
Hidden that were
In the bottom if my heart.
Pain that I feel, sorrow that I felt.
It all came back to me.
I have lost a million times.
Why does it hurt now?
Burnt in love a few times.
Why does it hurt now?
All the memories coming back to me.
Like before death they do.
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PS- After this my train of thoughts collapsed and this incomplete poem is left. Though somehow it feels complete, to me. Only, it can not justify the title.
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