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A page flew out of my diary,
dated 23 rd of July,
like a knife in my heart, twisting each second,
bringing me memories of you,
your strawberry essence,
reminiscent of your face wash,
your shining hair, smelling sweet,
of  a morning when I met at 9:30
when you got late, when I waited,
same place, where I often met you,
those tracks below, those passerbys’
the same sun,under the same sky,
where I loved you, torched my heart,
in the flame of your existence,
only to burn now in your absence,
self immolation, maybe you call it so,
suicide they may say,
I called it love,
i awaited your verdict, to help me decide,
you left me in the storm,
I feel scared like a five year old
lost there, amongst the strong winds of life.
release me.