I stand here
Next to the door
Waiting for my beloved
Whom I know will never come.
She has gone
Far from where I am
To a city
Whose name also I know not.
My friends have heard my story
Some sympathise,
Others judge. Still more laugh
Ofcourse in their wretched minds.
But no one
Really understands.
They think i want her
Back because I'm a weak, lovestruck fool.
But it is not that
O poem. Only you know
I wish her all the happiness and
Just to hear her voice and see her smile.
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