Walking through the boulevard
I pause for a moment and reminisce.
The joyous times, the miseries,
But most of all, the feeling of being loved.
And it’s not the teenage infatuation
That some so strangely call love,
It’s the one that connects
Two inseparable friends.
Tears slowly well up
Thinking of the time spent together.
The thought of sharing the same moments
With someone else
Scares me,
So I’m rather withdrawn from inside.
The pain of separation
Lingers for longer than what I thought.
Yet, I hope to start afresh, one day.
I walk towards a new horizon,
In search of a new companion.
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