Once Again.

Empty.

Serene.

Calm.

The message, that your eyes convey.

Once again,

We met, we talked

You held my hand,

for I feared getting lost,

Again.

A gesture so little,

carried meanings so deep,

Yes, in plenty.

Seasons came,

Seasons went.

But You and I,

Stayed aloof.

I see the inky sky,

I feel the grass,

And I know that bird,

who mocks my love.

I have, no qualms,

no regret,

for I realize, you're not the soul I loved,

But I know pain,

excruciating raw pain.

And,

Once again,

I slip into sweet oblivion,

As we grew apart.