Still I track your Saturn movements,
Even I had something to laugh about with you,
Chose to hurt me just to avoid your own pain,
Really this is what losing your teens feel like?
Egregious wish to stay in a place away home,
To tear-six-feet-apart this creative madness,
Ruinous enough to hide this ugly crying,
Even I had many things to cry about with you.
A sense of humour that now looks like a wall,
Dogs fall from the sky, where we used to laugh.
Either way, you bid farewell with no regrets,
Reckless hill to die on, but I miss you so much.













