Every time they discussed about books and poems, she asked him "why do you write sad stories? poems that wet the readers eyes."

What is poetry without a tone of melancholy. What could words express than that of love, that is lost or craved for? Pain that escapes your heart through tears down the cheeks? What could I write more than of
Solitude and longing to be with you again ?

My Love, as you left, you stripped me of my emotions and replaced them with yours that i could scribble in search of you. You left me with nothingness, that my unheard cries echoed beneath my skin and bones.

Today, as i lie with my eyes closed and stores untold, I am yet unsure, if I ever found you, again. I leave my words here, you could track them back to me. To the tombstone that holds my name.

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