Now, you tell me,
I left you bereft,
blatantly forgetting ,
You slammed the door and left
Now, you call me,
to say you're coming over,
Like there's still something left
for you to carryover.
I'm not going to meet you ,
for you too must bear the pain,
feel what it is like
when someone's absence drives you insane.
But still if you're coming over,
I secretly hope you stay,
Make this house my home again,
I silently pray.
This door ,all this while, had been
yearning for your knock ,
just like my sealed heart
that died to again unlock.
Promise me once more
you won't ever leave
And I'll try once more
to grant you reprieve.
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