I Am Not Radha

I can still feel you –
Our last kiss on the street –
A place I left you often –
Where we’ll never meet –

I remember still your tears –
Mixing with mine –
As you said good bye –
And ended us for all time –

I remember your golden hair –
Your lips, your spit, your eyes –
And suddenly I hate this life
Where all we live for dies –

I feel the emptiness
As I sit in the wind, under the moon –
And I hate the fact of life
That this feeling will pass soon. –

But I hope you feel this pain
That returns since we tore apart –
I hope it still makes you break –
The way you broke my heart –

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