I held on to your closeness,
your eyes and your laugh.
And for me, it was torture -
And never enough.
I could feel the sun burning
all over my skin,
and my heart - like a magnet,
pulsating within.
Till you said your goodbyes
and, not looking behind,
crumpled up that old paper
that I call my heart...
Goodbye
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