Moving away , a blinded sight.
A sight , none , but on could see,
a sight , that was his world to be.
Of wondrous moments ,of aimless dates,
all passed on to vaguely related fates,
a brief period , of the sweetest pain,
an unending memory, that lies in vain.
It is now,It is then that i remember where it all began,
It is I , It is me , that remembers that hand,
But what matters is not what mattered,
and left the trampled upon discreetly shattered.
Moving ahead , the pang emote is hardly felt,
Theres hardly any time to reflect on the way it was dealt,
A better tomorrow , an unpredictable destiny,
and though it was a thing so fiercely dense,
I move on, unreminiscing it’s timeless existance.
