Monday, 12 September 2011

I miss We

I’m missing the we
We used to be.
Memories of you wash ashore
Before me as I stroll
This long, lonely
Shore of my now life.
I miss the we
We could have been.
I couldn’t raise a dowry
In your moment of bloom
And helplessly watched
Them marry you off.
Now, I can afford a thousand wives,
But they won’t mean as much to me.
I miss the we
We should have been.

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