Catastrophe KING - 958: A Musing (There Was A Reflection)

It sometimes is a droll, atypical how life is;
It’s quaint to remember, words you did not say!

Oh! How I remember the times we did not share;
And the way, you could never wipe my brackish tears!

I did not know, for me if you were the person who cared;
Why did I adore those words, which you never expressed?

I commit to memory; we never had the world in our hands;
How can I never forget the days we never had spent together?

I cannot remember the days when you were just everything for me.
It’s amusing thus, that my mind used to say – you would be mine!

Whatever I have, are impressions of my memories in the desert sand.

Now, when my days exhaust, I wanted to realize them as a big dream;
And yearn to confess, of those abstract smiles that lit up my illusory days!

Catastrophe KING

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